<?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-5363991030785872768</id><updated>2011-11-14T20:09:09.108-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='working out'/><category term='Emmaus'/><category term='Humble'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='Drew'/><category term='Drew&apos;s Prayer'/><category term='Salvation'/><category term='Kade'/><category term='Boldness'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Christmas picture'/><category term='fear'/><category term='school'/><category term='joy'/><category term='my testimony'/><category term='Poor in Spirit'/><category term='Busyness'/><title type='text'>Daughter of the King of Kings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-2911775894862040817</id><published>2011-08-31T06:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:22:02.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; First Day at Mrs. Carols&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKRmg5Y3CV4/Tl4YZeNL9KI/AAAAAAAADUI/kiolJ0y90Z8/s1600/Kade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bday%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646977808653350050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKRmg5Y3CV4/Tl4YZeNL9KI/AAAAAAAADUI/kiolJ0y90Z8/s400/Kade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bday%255B2%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest happenings in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drew started flag football practice on Monday. He is on the Cowboys' team!&lt;br /&gt;2. Drew moved his color UP at school. A very big accomplishment! He was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Things the Boys' Say&lt;br /&gt;Drew- "Mom, my soccer ball went over the fence."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Mrs. Melonie is having a party. You can go get it tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Drew- "Mom, how would you feel if you threw your lipstick over the fence, and I wouldn't let you go get it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-2911775894862040817?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2911775894862040817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=2911775894862040817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2911775894862040817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2911775894862040817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/08/kades-first-day-at-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKRmg5Y3CV4/Tl4YZeNL9KI/AAAAAAAADUI/kiolJ0y90Z8/s72-c/Kade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bday%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-2294816745326790106</id><published>2011-08-11T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:37:02.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_BjYOxKDUU/TkRlk5nzPgI/AAAAAAAADUA/NRArHN4OZMQ/s1600/first%2Btooth%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639744317992156674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_BjYOxKDUU/TkRlk5nzPgI/AAAAAAAADUA/NRArHN4OZMQ/s400/first%2Btooth%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew lost his first tooth. His adult tooth has almost totally grown in behind it. I took this picture of him after his tooth came out, and he said, "I didn't know I have a mole on my face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vc56fX_FpbI/TkRlkg3EJMI/AAAAAAAADT4/_boD9Tr9LiI/s1600/first%2Btooth%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639744311345292482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vc56fX_FpbI/TkRlkg3EJMI/AAAAAAAADT4/_boD9Tr9LiI/s400/first%2Btooth%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We put his tooth in a box for the tooth fairy and he asked two questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Does the Tooth Fairy have little hands?&lt;br /&gt;2. Where does the Tooth Fairy take all the teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7otzeSKvC8/TkRlkcO6drI/AAAAAAAADTw/Gg7iZEgwMfg/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639744310103144114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7otzeSKvC8/TkRlkcO6drI/AAAAAAAADTw/Gg7iZEgwMfg/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Rangers' game for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CK9rUZuuoEY/TkRlkaXkXPI/AAAAAAAADTo/PbRCeM_ClJQ/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639744309602573554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CK9rUZuuoEY/TkRlkaXkXPI/AAAAAAAADTo/PbRCeM_ClJQ/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys' favorite part was the fireworks after the home run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hLCmiOdoXI/TkRlkB79V8I/AAAAAAAADTg/F2PAPv8OaHU/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639744303044319170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hLCmiOdoXI/TkRlkB79V8I/AAAAAAAADTg/F2PAPv8OaHU/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtpkjnArOHs/TkRiBvNS_bI/AAAAAAAADTI/tceYfC77YUc/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639740415366331826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtpkjnArOHs/TkRiBvNS_bI/AAAAAAAADTI/tceYfC77YUc/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUSjxeGgDp4/TkRiBpZ-rMI/AAAAAAAADTA/BNKY15aKhWo/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639740413808913602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUSjxeGgDp4/TkRiBpZ-rMI/AAAAAAAADTA/BNKY15aKhWo/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJzsrF9Hb8w/TkRiBQdVtBI/AAAAAAAADS4/Id0v3vdtgZc/s1600/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639740407112119314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJzsrF9Hb8w/TkRiBQdVtBI/AAAAAAAADS4/Id0v3vdtgZc/s400/Summer%2BVacation%2B2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-2294816745326790106?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2294816745326790106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=2294816745326790106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2294816745326790106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2294816745326790106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-2011.html' title='August 2011'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_BjYOxKDUU/TkRlk5nzPgI/AAAAAAAADUA/NRArHN4OZMQ/s72-c/first%2Btooth%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-779809448499321147</id><published>2011-06-29T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:24:28.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp-O1AF3mEY/Tgt4xXwcgKI/AAAAAAAADSw/P4d_EH2idms/s1600/June%2B29th%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721349288329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp-O1AF3mEY/Tgt4xXwcgKI/AAAAAAAADSw/P4d_EH2idms/s400/June%2B29th%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Wednesday mornings we go over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sich's&lt;/span&gt; to let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; take a little break. The boys love taking care of Reese and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXjuTeLRsqI/Tgt4w5T104I/AAAAAAAADSo/jUxRRFZHJs8/s1600/June%2B29th%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721341115290498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXjuTeLRsqI/Tgt4w5T104I/AAAAAAAADSo/jUxRRFZHJs8/s400/June%2B29th%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett's&lt;/span&gt; bath. Of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; has a picture in his hands. He LOVES to color and "make lists". His "list" is usually lined-paper packed with rows and rows of teeny-tiny squiggly marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1BVcLMIYj0/Tgt4wkaMHkI/AAAAAAAADSg/-tcqCNh9G_w/s1600/June%2B29th%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721335504772674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1BVcLMIYj0/Tgt4wkaMHkI/AAAAAAAADSg/-tcqCNh9G_w/s400/June%2B29th%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Reese before her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9u7kX7rRs8/Tgt4wHOfLJI/AAAAAAAADSY/fyR_D64moCU/s1600/June%2B29th%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721327671061650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9u7kX7rRs8/Tgt4wHOfLJI/AAAAAAAADSY/fyR_D64moCU/s400/June%2B29th%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and Princess Reese after her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5-xbzzMW0/Tgt4wJz8ZhI/AAAAAAAADSQ/Fu9VaZ3RePo/s1600/June%2B29th%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721328365037074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5-xbzzMW0/Tgt4wJz8ZhI/AAAAAAAADSQ/Fu9VaZ3RePo/s400/June%2B29th%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that face...need I say more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLpa91w0Fw/Tgt39f3suLI/AAAAAAAADSA/f3iWI50Gdqk/s1600/June%2B29th%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623720458113038514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLpa91w0Fw/Tgt39f3suLI/AAAAAAAADSA/f3iWI50Gdqk/s400/June%2B29th%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett's&lt;/span&gt; frog towel, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt;...not so much! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdZ9QP2XcqQ/Tgt38_3uYnI/AAAAAAAADRw/Vk913hNM6CQ/s1600/June%2B29th%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623720449523212914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdZ9QP2XcqQ/Tgt38_3uYnI/AAAAAAAADRw/Vk913hNM6CQ/s400/June%2B29th%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday night Drew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; took Nanny on a date to Dairy Queen and the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Cars 2 at the Ritz in Wellington. Lala and Sich enjoyed a "big-night out on the town" while Nonni and PaPa watched the babies. I am pretty sure I saw Lala doze off once during the Cars movie ;) Who can blame her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrFsXrd-z64/Tgt38vtbi4I/AAAAAAAADRo/5K5jvG3WeN4/s1600/June%2B29th%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623720445185067906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrFsXrd-z64/Tgt38vtbi4I/AAAAAAAADRo/5K5jvG3WeN4/s400/June%2B29th%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-779809448499321147?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/779809448499321147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=779809448499321147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/779809448499321147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/779809448499321147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-sweetness.html' title='Summer Sweetness'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp-O1AF3mEY/Tgt4xXwcgKI/AAAAAAAADSw/P4d_EH2idms/s72-c/June%2B29th%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5391935140956966892</id><published>2011-06-22T20:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:39:23.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvAUR2GpN3E/TgKmjB5rwZI/AAAAAAAADRg/bNNmPkhSZ5M/s1600/June%2B2011%2B493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kq7cHuVx-E/TgKeCvkXyoI/AAAAAAAADRQ/ZFnyzuo4Om4/s1600/June%2B2011%2B487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621229054877747842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kq7cHuVx-E/TgKeCvkXyoI/AAAAAAAADRQ/ZFnyzuo4Om4/s400/June%2B2011%2B487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skating at a birthday party in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs-DMFt2phs/TgKeCVz_RnI/AAAAAAAADRI/f0IN1gVm4ZE/s1600/June%2B2011%2B486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621229047963928178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs-DMFt2phs/TgKeCVz_RnI/AAAAAAAADRI/f0IN1gVm4ZE/s400/June%2B2011%2B486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade and I worked on learning how to skate for a long time...now looking back, I think I should have worn steel-toed boots :) Kade eventually took off his skates and ran around the floor in his socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGTOKZVlTs8/TgKeCI-DTpI/AAAAAAAADRA/p1eB_J0O4z0/s1600/June%2B2011%2B488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621229044516474514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGTOKZVlTs8/TgKeCI-DTpI/AAAAAAAADRA/p1eB_J0O4z0/s400/June%2B2011%2B488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew's favorite part of the party was when they did the limbo. He loved when they turned off the lights, turned the black lights on, and cranked up the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ag1jf6SiMs/TgKduTi5slI/AAAAAAAADQ4/dqUlFC3dnPc/s1600/June%2B2011%2B489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228703758004818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ag1jf6SiMs/TgKduTi5slI/AAAAAAAADQ4/dqUlFC3dnPc/s400/June%2B2011%2B489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kindergarten graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4W-TVLddk/TgKdt0_QuWI/AAAAAAAADQw/MhlPZAcHgx4/s1600/June%2B2011%2B490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228695555455330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4W-TVLddk/TgKdt0_QuWI/AAAAAAAADQw/MhlPZAcHgx4/s400/June%2B2011%2B490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228693051710466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw8-yMY9p2I/TgKdtrqUnAI/AAAAAAAADQo/S3EniFwYuaA/s400/June%2B2011%2B491.JPG" /&gt;Drew received the "Best-speller" award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228687992171634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sDSdbsf2t8/TgKdtY0CLHI/AAAAAAAADQg/zYj6iSrcrTg/s400/June%2B2011%2B494.JPG" /&gt; My master bedroom a few weeks ago while we were in the middle of the remodel.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621227659754147522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNLLj0xBxHw/TgKcxiU_DsI/AAAAAAAADPo/EhYHDfhHDhA/s400/June%2B2011%2B485.JPG" /&gt;A few before pictures of the shower/bathroom.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228075211833362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EMvBqGWTY/TgKdJuB0QBI/AAAAAAAADPw/8f9Y2zvZFyg/s400/June%2B2011%2B484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621227660716884210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkSXVncXZF8/TgKcxl6hQPI/AAAAAAAADPg/dE0Lt-B_-hg/s400/June%2B2011%2B492.JPG" /&gt; An after picture :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621227649833235634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zARPqx2dOOM/TgKcw9Xp9LI/AAAAAAAADPI/TesqqmC-WFc/s400/June%2B2011%2B501.JPG" /&gt; I can't wait to decorate :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621227653436877362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGfhoGBfSA4/TgKcxKy1KjI/AAAAAAAADPQ/d89kTVlCk0g/s400/June%2B2011%2B500.JPG" /&gt;Our "new" shower/bathroom. Ronnie did all the work himself. He amazes me! He moved the door to the middle of the room and installed a pocket door. He also moved the shower back 14" to make more room in the bathroom. This is phase one of the complete remodel. We have a long road ahead of us, but I know it will be worth it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TozHDG7k6ZU/TgKdtIRUEbI/AAAAAAAADQY/m2qV1edQLo0/s1600/June%2B2011%2B495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228683551576498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TozHDG7k6ZU/TgKdtIRUEbI/AAAAAAAADQY/m2qV1edQLo0/s400/June%2B2011%2B495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gallagher Reunion in &lt;a href="http://mitchellparkandresort.com/"&gt;Perrin, Texas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast playing putt-putt, riding the train, swimming, and playing pool volleyball. We can't wait to go back next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a9M_r7_L4mM/TgKdLIfk3DI/AAAAAAAADQQ/toR5emHd2qo/s1600/June%2B2011%2B496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228099495844914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a9M_r7_L4mM/TgKdLIfk3DI/AAAAAAAADQQ/toR5emHd2qo/s400/June%2B2011%2B496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putt-Putt golf with Nana and Unlce Ronny at 8:00 in the morning!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ1a_yU6k7I/TgKdKdBrisI/AAAAAAAADQA/4xIXKQ0CHLM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228087827729090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ1a_yU6k7I/TgKdKdBrisI/AAAAAAAADQA/4xIXKQ0CHLM/s400/June%2B2011%2B498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT5GRHRxQQ8/TgKdJ3FNVrI/AAAAAAAADP4/t2qPWiI_rRQ/s1600/June%2B2011%2B499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621228077641979570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT5GRHRxQQ8/TgKdJ3FNVrI/AAAAAAAADP4/t2qPWiI_rRQ/s400/June%2B2011%2B499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-5391935140956966892?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5391935140956966892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5391935140956966892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5391935140956966892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5391935140956966892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-fun-2011.html' title='Summer Fun 2011'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kq7cHuVx-E/TgKeCvkXyoI/AAAAAAAADRQ/ZFnyzuo4Om4/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7088397387741199961</id><published>2011-04-28T12:35:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:54:47.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After living in Levelland for six years, we said good-bye on Thursday April 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It was harder to say good-bye than I thought it would be. I was so upset I couldn't even really say, "Good-bye" to my friends and students. It was easier to just slip away and say, "I will see you later." I am so thankful God allowed us to live there for six sweet years and for the life-long friends I made during that time. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600698151126488498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3uYtGRg2Ic/TbmtS3AU1bI/AAAAAAAADLk/DUl8vLMYb7o/s400/Picture%2B023.jpg" /&gt;Drew and his buddies (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brigthon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jeffery, Drew and Nolan)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600706037101177778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otuoOLVCuwg/Tbm0d4jNK7I/AAAAAAAADOU/evsLhTPfeog/s400/Picture%2B001.jpg" /&gt;My helper ;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600702231815362130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qb1viiLkdA/TbmxAYwXllI/AAAAAAAADM0/bZz6wDCefI8/s400/Picture%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his buddies (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Payton, Trey, Brier, and Logan)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600697016554565314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7TydtthTt9I/TbmsQ0ZTLsI/AAAAAAAADKc/2MRz-cft2Mo/s400/Picture%2B031.jpg" /&gt;My Kindergarten class at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600704383179887730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AU7pqVlxYjE/Tbmy9nNpFHI/AAAAAAAADNU/cobDxojeMkI/s400/Picture%2B010.jpg" /&gt;It took the largest U-haul and three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; loads to move all our stuff. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600699365048365794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ7uia0IoFQ/TbmuZhN2suI/AAAAAAAADLs/mNimy5H2Csc/s400/Picture%2B022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600706060575834482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtxHOV9xI9Y/Tbm0fQAAAXI/AAAAAAAADO0/WSuOtfow-eY/s400/Picture%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8714eXVoxE/Tbm0-KpFGeI/AAAAAAAADO8/AK_W4B97u64/s1600/Picture%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter 2011 - probably the sweetest Easter we have ever shared. We went an ate an AMAZING meal at my sister-in-law's house with my NEW &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew. Her parents (Pops and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sita&lt;/span&gt;) made a prime rib roast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yum!!!! Yum!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so good to be with family. I can't explain how wonderful it has been moving to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;. The stress of moving has been so hard, but we are loving living within walking distance of Rich, Charla and the twins. Drew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; are loving seeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt; and Papa at church too. Everyone in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; has been INCREDIBLY friendly and welcoming. I just feel so blessed. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600699373539346482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_t0URLDrGw/TbmuaA2QyDI/AAAAAAAADL8/fDZO7U-JTIc/s400/Picture%2B020.jpg" /&gt; The egg hunt&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694448304021330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHhoQdRrsr8/Tbmp7U6p31I/AAAAAAAADJk/BVIgcPxBl2o/s400/Picture%2B038.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600704386092705346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4W_4xsQ_1LU/Tbmy9yEHJkI/AAAAAAAADNc/N8DG8ThZ4lo/s400/Picture%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600692162076592194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2YTjohxfQM/Tbmn2QDjyEI/AAAAAAAADIU/FFb8Vv_T_H4/s400/Picture%2B048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600690910010512418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q831edfb6U/TbmmtXvvlCI/AAAAAAAADHk/tQ7NbOzodBI/s400/Picture%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694438817498658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAYQq1fP6zk/Tbmp6xk5BiI/AAAAAAAADJU/Z5qiQbQEVpU/s400/Picture%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600690913932018594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaqYDcRhYuY/TbmmtmWtA6I/AAAAAAAADHs/apD3NEfJfQw/s400/Picture%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600692153328523634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XW-MfqGBhN0/Tbmn1vd22XI/AAAAAAAADIE/RrYKIAfw4Gg/s400/Picture%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600698126343034450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qD65pn4rnQU/TbmtRarfVlI/AAAAAAAADLE/VSmZ1XGVxwE/s400/Picture%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caprock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canyon - a field trip with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Elementary&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600698147440933394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDAoi376iZY/TbmtSpRnuhI/AAAAAAAADLc/dC0OV1FTurc/s400/Picture%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600702238725218850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cOm617qmcI/TbmxAyfzoiI/AAAAAAAADM8/cQ4ATc71wmk/s400/Picture%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600695795604451938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud7ngydFxeg/TbmrJwAG8mI/AAAAAAAADJ8/Xy0sxq4LVxs/s400/Picture%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600702226162149970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WV_8oscyN4/TbmxADsialI/AAAAAAAADMs/3_Chm8ySSdk/s400/Picture%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600699385307879970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIvcC8bACBU/TbmuassGWiI/AAAAAAAADMM/vBfR8gp0m-Q/s400/Picture%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600704394841762770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2WvI7sjlnQ/Tbmy-SqDK9I/AAAAAAAADNk/sGWEiy4N_RA/s400/Picture%2B008.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600695804941436690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ie9AfzSpXL4/TbmrKSyOBxI/AAAAAAAADKE/iYcZtcKzVCc/s400/Picture%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600693459730788802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7Ol8Z04wmU/TbmpByMbccI/AAAAAAAADI8/G_OsaB4z3eM/s400/Picture%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; loves posing for the camera and doing tricks. On the way back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; from Turkey, Texas, I got lost. We left before the bus left, and I took the road to Memphis instead of the "right" road. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; told me, "Mom, you should have stayed with the teacher." :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600690894622884226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--joHZVFMz9k/TbmmsebDAYI/AAAAAAAADHU/xfXulM9ltKA/s400/Picture%2B056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694454302242578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEJ-fEQaaEk/Tbmp7rQvdxI/AAAAAAAADJs/ywxmstEIlDk/s400/Picture%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600699381615509394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_me0bXmq7A/Tbmuae7xP5I/AAAAAAAADME/uVyCYOQDn_w/s400/Picture%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600690902304793794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU-NE9T7RhY/Tbmms7CjpMI/AAAAAAAADHc/tsOrQ5PmlcE/s400/Picture%2B055.jpg" /&gt;Drew's new class and new teacher, Miss Stewart&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600698135407170386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqcfwiR0r0I/TbmtR8cjE1I/AAAAAAAADLU/XUVght71Pgg/s400/Picture%2B025.jpg" /&gt; April 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Reese Kathleen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLX6Rf7R2bI/Tbmy9IVtssI/AAAAAAAADNM/YGG_MzgqBSE/s1600/Picture%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600704374892245698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLX6Rf7R2bI/Tbmy9IVtssI/AAAAAAAADNM/YGG_MzgqBSE/s400/Picture%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zeldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo_Km-R6dOg/Tbmy8-TgGFI/AAAAAAAADNE/nv3TP0N2M8Q/s1600/Picture%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600704372198611026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo_Km-R6dOg/Tbmy8-TgGFI/AAAAAAAADNE/nv3TP0N2M8Q/s400/Picture%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charla made us all shirts for the big day...they were a HUGE hit at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; and so fun to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfni4CHvHk/Tbmw_uWFa0I/AAAAAAAADMk/sD5uLaT00rA/s1600/Picture%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600702220430830402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfni4CHvHk/Tbmw_uWFa0I/AAAAAAAADMk/sD5uLaT00rA/s400/Picture%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqIRvSgGNbU/Tbmw_UnNQ9I/AAAAAAAADMc/CYwYYMlKdIg/s1600/Picture%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600702213523325906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqIRvSgGNbU/Tbmw_UnNQ9I/AAAAAAAADMc/CYwYYMlKdIg/s400/Picture%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys were troopers. We left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; at 3:30 in the morning and arrived in Lubbock around 7:00. The babies were born at 7:46/7:47. After we held Reese, we went to pick-up another load in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt; and didn't get back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; until 10:30 that night. Talk about 2 tired little boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL-qtlPCpxw/TbmuZ2mkSII/AAAAAAAADL0/3esmqw3s9Xk/s1600/Picture%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600699370789161090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL-qtlPCpxw/TbmuZ2mkSII/AAAAAAAADL0/3esmqw3s9Xk/s400/Picture%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese - eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwRqOdU_R2w/TbmtRpHOpFI/AAAAAAAADLM/6An4WLWNhTU/s1600/Picture%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600698130217477202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwRqOdU_R2w/TbmtRpHOpFI/AAAAAAAADLM/6An4WLWNhTU/s400/Picture%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt; - 7 pounds 5 ounces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgv_9OHpN0/TbmsUZIPgXI/AAAAAAAADKs/SVGriY84Z7Y/s1600/Picture%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600697077954740594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgv_9OHpN0/TbmsUZIPgXI/AAAAAAAADKs/SVGriY84Z7Y/s400/Picture%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reese - 6 pounds 4 ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbsPBmQv8Gs/TbmsRN6c_QI/AAAAAAAADKk/simh7HdSUYI/s1600/Picture%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600697023404506370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbsPBmQv8Gs/TbmsRN6c_QI/AAAAAAAADKk/simh7HdSUYI/s400/Picture%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronnie and Reese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jgZulF-gTk/TbmrK2KK8fI/AAAAAAAADKU/8IwVSe2MYnU/s1600/Picture%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600695814437138930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jgZulF-gTk/TbmrK2KK8fI/AAAAAAAADKU/8IwVSe2MYnU/s400/Picture%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truett&lt;/span&gt; and Reese right after they were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjSKlp7A2H8/TbmrKtnQ9WI/AAAAAAAADKM/IigbmJ0Krc4/s1600/Picture%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600695812143248738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjSKlp7A2H8/TbmrKtnQ9WI/AAAAAAAADKM/IigbmJ0Krc4/s400/Picture%2B033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgXHp15vTwQ/TbmrJFt29mI/AAAAAAAADJ0/pyn5eSxWrOw/s1600/Picture%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600695784253617762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgXHp15vTwQ/TbmrJFt29mI/AAAAAAAADJ0/pyn5eSxWrOw/s400/Picture%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at that face...so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK3oe0Rn6ic/Tbmp6fU3NdI/AAAAAAAADJM/eOSs28Eb-j8/s1600/Picture%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694433918432722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK3oe0Rn6ic/Tbmp6fU3NdI/AAAAAAAADJM/eOSs28Eb-j8/s400/Picture%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew wrote a note at the hospital that said, "I love my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kuis&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuJtSVUSXE/TbmpCMOhVzI/AAAAAAAADJE/G-KcGKpR1xo/s1600/Picture%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600693466718885682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuJtSVUSXE/TbmpCMOhVzI/AAAAAAAADJE/G-KcGKpR1xo/s400/Picture%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJLgsRqHcmQ/TbmpBjqHvdI/AAAAAAAADI0/Zo_TQ7SPJZs/s1600/Picture%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600693455828794834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJLgsRqHcmQ/TbmpBjqHvdI/AAAAAAAADI0/Zo_TQ7SPJZs/s400/Picture%2B044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charla's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVeUDYYk_g/TbmpA4te2hI/AAAAAAAADIk/iPpPWLwJigI/s1600/Picture%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600693444300167698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVeUDYYk_g/TbmpA4te2hI/AAAAAAAADIk/iPpPWLwJigI/s400/Picture%2B045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbsfs708zXg/Tbmn2rTmj5I/AAAAAAAADIc/DuvaaBEF-zU/s1600/Picture%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600692169391640466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbsfs708zXg/Tbmn2rTmj5I/AAAAAAAADIc/DuvaaBEF-zU/s400/Picture%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YH-AYyIB-VM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4631711066608165854</id><published>2011-03-15T10:04:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:16:11.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Houser Performs In God's Time (Live)</title><content type='html'>I saw the video in the post above on Jerri's blog and was so encouraged. I haven't written much on this blog lately because I have been going through a very difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and I have been living apart for 4+ months now. In October he took a job as a CED in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paducah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which marked the beginning of this long journey. He works there Monday-Friday and then we see him on the weekend. Selling our home and buying a house in the small town of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; has proven to be no easy task. Add in with that two little boys who cry every Monday when Daddy is gone, feeling the &lt;strong&gt;pressure and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of being a single mom Monday-Friday, my Paw-Paw being sick, the unstable job market in Texas for teachers and...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie has been dreaming about moving back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and the land his family has there) since 1994. I wanted to move so we could raise our boys in the country and be closer to&lt;a href="http://rcjenkins.blogspot.com/"&gt; family &lt;/a&gt;(I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew due next month:) This journey has been hard. I have cried more tears in the last 4 months than in the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are in the wilderness on our way to the Promise Land, but we don't know when the road will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is not knowing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the hardest part???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially hard for me because I am a planner. I love to make lists and dream about the future. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; says I make her laugh when I call her in July to ask about Christmas. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't apologize for who God created to me to be, BUT is there a point where a person can turn a gift from God into an &lt;strong&gt;obstacle in faith&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to admit my attitude hasn't been much better than that of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Israelites&lt;/span&gt;. I have complained. I have felt sorry for myself. I have doubted God. I have been ugly to my family. I have never felt so&lt;strong&gt; alone&lt;/strong&gt; in a trial. Ronnie and I are &lt;strong&gt;WEARY&lt;/strong&gt;. My faith has been stretched in a way it has never been before. In 30 years, I have never had to trust God like this. I am asking God to make a way where there seems to be no way AND do it TODAY. And when my faith has been stretched to the max, I have had to ask myself the hard question, "Who do I REALLY have faith in? God? Ronnie? Myself? Our plans? &lt;strong&gt;Our TIMING&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this trial, I have taken a long look at myself through the mirror of God's Word, and I am humbled. How many times does God say, &lt;strong&gt;"Fear not!"&lt;/strong&gt; I am humbled by questions like, "Do I really believe God is who He says He is? Do I really believe that God loves &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, hears&lt;strong&gt; ME&lt;/strong&gt;, and will do what He has promised to do? Do I really believe &lt;strong&gt;He still loves me&lt;/strong&gt; even when I am not so lovely?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really believe what I say I believe? Well, actions speak louder than words. Have I acted any differently in this trial than a non-believer? I am ashamed to confess I have not. I have worried. I have tried to find the solution on my own. I have been depressed, but I am so thankful God's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compassions&lt;/span&gt; are new every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this extremely painful trial (that is not over yet) God has taught me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not assume I know what tomorrow holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- take one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not worry about tomorrow because tomorrow has enough troubles of it's own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- BELIEVE IT IS OKAY TO NOT KNOW WHAT IS COMING NEXT&lt;/strong&gt; (deep sigh). I think my desire to know what is coming next stems from the mind-set that if I know what is coming next I can control my life. I have been studying God's Name, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt;. It is a beautiful name. If I say my life really belongs to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt;, does it matter what is coming next? Do I trust my Abba Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- be grateful for who/what is right in front of you - my Nana always told me when times get tough to count my blessings. She is so wise. It is impossible to be depressed when I meditate on all my blessings - Jesus has restored me, my husband is an amazing godly man with a great job, our house sold, I have 2 healthy boys, my parents found a great church home, my sister-in-law is having twins, my brother got a HUGE promotion, I have already been invited to a Bible Study in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yesterday was a hard day. A house we thought we had bought in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; might not be ours any more. After I dropped off the kids with my parents, I cried, prayed, and sang praise songs at the top of my lungs for a long time. In all my pain, I experienced God's love and power yesterday on I-20. I know&lt;strong&gt; MY REDEEMER LIVES&lt;/strong&gt;. I went from sobbing to laughing. God is the ONLY ONE who can lift me out of a deep pit of fear, pain, and worry and turn it all into peaceful, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confident, unspeakable&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had/have an amazing supernatural peace. If we buy the house, GREAT! If we live in an apartment, GREAT! It doesn't matter. On the way home I heard the song, "&lt;em&gt;My Chains Are Gone, I've Been Set Free"&lt;/em&gt; and I knew in my heart I was finally free from the worry and cares of this trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Ronnie last night and we talked about God in way we never have before. God is working in Him as much as He is working in me. We are growing closer to God, together. What an amazing blessing!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to miss the glory of God during this time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS COMING NEXT, and that is okay because God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He is El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shaddai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, more than enough for me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 31:6 says that My God will personally go ahead of me, He will neither fail me nor abandon me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 29:11 says He has good plans for my family. Romans 8 says God uses all things for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them. I believe God's Word is true for me!!! I am thankful for the valleys and troubles in life because they always bring me face to face with my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIRACLES HAPPEN IN GOD'S TIME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4631711066608165854?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4631711066608165854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4631711066608165854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4631711066608165854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4631711066608165854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/03/randy-houser-performs-in-gods-time-live.html' title='Randy Houser Performs In God&apos;s Time (Live)'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4439377241853135906</id><published>2011-01-03T16:28:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:59:17.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108787234124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJefm4RMgI/AAAAAAAADGQ/zMzmvOLp1Ew/s400/IMG_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the boys' favorite traditions is making Christmas cookies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108792026246930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJef4uzLxI/AAAAAAAADGY/FFg-EYdSt0g/s400/IMG_1850.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfGfKiu1I/AAAAAAAADG4/ug7VXmGJ5BM/s1600/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109455178185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfGfKiu1I/AAAAAAAADG4/ug7VXmGJ5BM/s400/IMG_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concentration :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfGEyH3cI/AAAAAAAADGw/wIuG9dxvT3U/s1600/IMG_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109448096439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfGEyH3cI/AAAAAAAADGw/wIuG9dxvT3U/s400/IMG_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed eating the cookies most of all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfF-nDtmI/AAAAAAAADGo/MUku7s2_zdM/s1600/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109446439417442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfF-nDtmI/AAAAAAAADGo/MUku7s2_zdM/s400/IMG_1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109453971541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfGaq2ztI/AAAAAAAADHA/pHtfpR6ACRk/s400/IMG_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Mmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfFhJHiPI/AAAAAAAADGg/80CaR1uV45w/s1600/IMG_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109438529210610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJfFhJHiPI/AAAAAAAADGg/80CaR1uV45w/s400/IMG_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa visited us early this year because Ronnie is commuting every week from Childress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be moving as soon as we find a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108777054562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJefA9RZ1I/AAAAAAAADGA/Bk9cS6Ct4CA/s400/IMG_1848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On "our early" Christmas Eve, the boys opened PJ's, and we played&lt;br /&gt;the game, Toy Story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kerplunk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107458290643298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJdSQLc8WI/AAAAAAAADFA/djsi-V-vgew/s400/IMG_1836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107446779953586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJdRlTFwbI/AAAAAAAADEo/2fkOWYsxTck/s400/IMG_1833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After we played a few games, we loaded up for another Christmas tradition, &lt;div&gt;looking at Christmas lights on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118395520649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJnO4iSicI/AAAAAAAADHI/Rt6_tNL2XgA/s400/IMG_1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Christmas morning - great memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJefXk_jTI/AAAAAAAADGI/VkEKD1OMqP0/s1600/IMG_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108783126744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJefXk_jTI/AAAAAAAADGI/VkEKD1OMqP0/s400/IMG_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108277749303490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJeB85nyMI/AAAAAAAADFg/jAsD2qv4FaI/s400/IMG_1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108284937710322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJeCXreKvI/AAAAAAAADFo/LF3Rnsq0Ajw/s400/IMG_1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;There was a lot of hammering on Christmas morning at the Jenkins' house ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJee1FXiGI/AAAAAAAADF4/m1QErabvRhg/s1600/IMG_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108773867292770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJee1FXiGI/AAAAAAAADF4/m1QErabvRhg/s400/IMG_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558108273355922930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJeBsiKHfI/AAAAAAAADFQ/nWtwuB02jCQ/s400/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVOKTsaAI/AAAAAAAADEg/-wx9svgexC4/s1600/IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558098591902099458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVOKTsaAI/AAAAAAAADEg/-wx9svgexC4/s400/IMG_1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was really into Toy Story this year...can you tell? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been asking since May for "Woooo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;" (a.k.a. Woody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVN3bBdRI/AAAAAAAADEY/wDntQafvc94/s1600/IMG_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558098586832565522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVN3bBdRI/AAAAAAAADEY/wDntQafvc94/s400/IMG_1873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Jenkins' clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVNpQwerI/AAAAAAAADEQ/cRpCSVGHDv4/s1600/IMG_1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558098583031413426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVNpQwerI/AAAAAAAADEQ/cRpCSVGHDv4/s400/IMG_1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upper-cut &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVNecR1mI/AAAAAAAADEI/fYje1dzqEDo/s1600/IMG_1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558098580126946914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJVNecR1mI/AAAAAAAADEI/fYje1dzqEDo/s400/IMG_1862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT_Uun7FI/AAAAAAAADD4/Zr7wGudU0bA/s1600/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558097237489740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT_Uun7FI/AAAAAAAADD4/Zr7wGudU0bA/s400/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT_KpAeCI/AAAAAAAADDw/5y0MxBibGLI/s1600/IMG_1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558097234781829154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT_KpAeCI/AAAAAAAADDw/5y0MxBibGLI/s400/IMG_1874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa acting silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-4XZsQI/AAAAAAAADDo/tQDdZqjOPpw/s1600/IMG_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558097229876146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-4XZsQI/AAAAAAAADDo/tQDdZqjOPpw/s400/IMG_1881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sich&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt;, Reese, and nephew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Truett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Charla is due in mid-April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am so excited!!! I am going to be an aunt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what I want Truett and Reese to call me, have any ideas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feel free to leave me suggestions...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just know we are going to have fun times next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-kBxTyI/AAAAAAAADDg/QzOB75ZaPBQ/s1600/IMG_1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558097224416710434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-kBxTyI/AAAAAAAADDg/QzOB75ZaPBQ/s400/IMG_1887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; snapping green beans with Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-l3_8HI/AAAAAAAADDY/28dAwaW4tZQ/s1600/IMG_1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558097224912597106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJT-l3_8HI/AAAAAAAADDY/28dAwaW4tZQ/s400/IMG_1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time cooking Christmas dinner with Nanny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of laughs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRT3RGUZI/AAAAAAAADCQ/QWtY-IVN6rI/s1600/IMG_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094291823645074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRT3RGUZI/AAAAAAAADCQ/QWtY-IVN6rI/s400/IMG_1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Kade love Nanny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRT9Q3lVI/AAAAAAAADCI/ZyXu0lrnAMs/s1600/IMG_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094293433292114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRT9Q3lVI/AAAAAAAADCI/ZyXu0lrnAMs/s400/IMG_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nonni, Nanny, and Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQuLTgKgI/AAAAAAAADCA/5M86jvvZ77Y/s1600/IMG_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558093644367407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQuLTgKgI/AAAAAAAADCA/5M86jvvZ77Y/s400/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute hubby and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQuH_PGrI/AAAAAAAADB4/6V7D6nYJ3Ys/s1600/IMG_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558093643477097138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQuH_PGrI/AAAAAAAADB4/6V7D6nYJ3Ys/s400/IMG_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558091266555320850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJOjxQ7GhI/AAAAAAAADBI/UkmhtLm_p1o/s400/IMG_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQtdj_tmI/AAAAAAAADBg/cbJlfXmEb4E/s1600/IMG_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558093632088553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJQtdj_tmI/AAAAAAAADBg/cbJlfXmEb4E/s400/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Bobcat jerseys from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sich&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558091261290517666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJOjdpslKI/AAAAAAAADBA/GazU6PTIQyk/s400/IMG_1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558091255277789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJOjHQJoAI/AAAAAAAADA4/caztWFSfmr4/s400/IMG_1910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558096007626512882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJS3vIYWfI/AAAAAAAADDQ/m-eS3GwTdro/s400/IMG_1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558095999909238226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJS3SYcFdI/AAAAAAAADDI/bfF7mITd2Io/s400/IMG_1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I didn't take very many pictures at my mom's this year at Christmas, because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; was in the hospital. He had surgery today, and all is well!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so faithful and good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did capture Chad and Drew putting together a Lego tractor combine. The box said it was for 5-12 year olds, but after 2+ hours of assembly and a lot of sweat ,Chad was questioning the age range 5-12. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094298592649314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRUQe9IGI/AAAAAAAADCg/8sHwzRpL7Gg/s400/IMG_1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094304853038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJRUnzjFwI/AAAAAAAADCo/Pt2Bes3fqnE/s400/IMG_1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558095996234873218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJS3EsZuYI/AAAAAAAADC4/xQyEPmfDgcw/s400/IMG_1896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558095996585620898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJS3GABtaI/AAAAAAAADDA/c0CufrZU8A4/s400/IMG_1895.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kaders&lt;/span&gt; turned 4 on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of January. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time is flying by too fast...it makes me a little sad.  We had a little party for him at Nana and Pop's after Christmas. Then on the 1st we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and Drew out to eat Mexican food and watch Narnia 3. (Kade has been carrying a sword since we watched all the sword fighting in Narnia on Saturday:) On his birthday we cooked at big dinner at home, and I made him a cake. A pitiful cake... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(deep sigh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Decorating cakes is not my thing, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; really like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy New Years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4439377241853135906?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4439377241853135906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4439377241853135906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4439377241853135906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4439377241853135906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TSJefm4RMgI/AAAAAAAADGQ/zMzmvOLp1Ew/s72-c/IMG_1849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4164937318769081893</id><published>2010-12-15T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:42:47.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551079072828210994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllAYAHvzI/AAAAAAAAC_s/CMXZK8In-sU/s400/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllBHE1IvI/AAAAAAAADAM/TCppNB5Sj6c/s1600/IMG_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551079085464429298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllBHE1IvI/AAAAAAAADAM/TCppNB5Sj6c/s400/IMG_1823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pre-school and Kindergarten classes of LCS presented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starry Starry Night, a Christmas play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllBF8rxiI/AAAAAAAADAE/hX_Y58_CPn0/s1600/IMG_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551079085161825826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllBF8rxiI/AAAAAAAADAE/hX_Y58_CPn0/s400/IMG_1831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew: one of the wise men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllA5aRJhI/AAAAAAAAC_8/NHafcF4tHxY/s1600/IMG_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551079081796249106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllA5aRJhI/AAAAAAAAC_8/NHafcF4tHxY/s400/IMG_1825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade: a horse in the manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllAndbocI/AAAAAAAAC_0/xQ1SK8IXjAw/s1600/IMG_1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551079076977680834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllAndbocI/AAAAAAAAC_0/xQ1SK8IXjAw/s400/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids did so well.&lt;br /&gt;Nonnie made Kade's horse costume.  He was ADORABLE!!!  He was going to be a duroc pig at first, but changed his mind last minute.  He put on his costume for the first time and was so proud!!!  He called Nonni on the phone and said, "You a good Nonni!"&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/5363991030785872768-4164937318769081893?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4164937318769081893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4164937318769081893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4164937318769081893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4164937318769081893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-program.html' title='Christmas Program'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQllAYAHvzI/AAAAAAAAC_s/CMXZK8In-sU/s72-c/IMG_1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-501620889172328942</id><published>2010-12-13T15:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:38:59.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade on the Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQaQ45x6yGI/AAAAAAAAC_k/dBGRpX4ushI/s1600/p425801193-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550282898037983330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQaQ45x6yGI/AAAAAAAAC_k/dBGRpX4ushI/s400/p425801193-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Christmas parade on the square was so sweet.  I just love the feeling of "small town", USA.  We rode the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt; Christian School float and sang Christmas carols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQaQ4vdD8wI/AAAAAAAAC_c/Koyia1t2DqA/s1600/p148090670-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550282895266149122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQaQ4vdD8wI/AAAAAAAAC_c/Koyia1t2DqA/s400/p148090670-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-501620889172328942?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/501620889172328942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=501620889172328942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/501620889172328942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/501620889172328942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-parade-on-square.html' title='Christmas Parade on the Square'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TQaQ45x6yGI/AAAAAAAAC_k/dBGRpX4ushI/s72-c/p425801193-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8924238223537026544</id><published>2010-11-22T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:58:37.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast at LCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542560656014139170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjQfHXyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/jk7niR622F0/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOvWMqf5JGI/AAAAAAAAC_U/0voQxhVpox0/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542759279464359010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOvWMqf5JGI/AAAAAAAAC_U/0voQxhVpox0/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew said he was thankful for "my dad and we get to move to the country.  I am thankful for my playground, my fort, Eva, my brother, my mom gives me candy, playing the wii, and my house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspasF72jI/AAAAAAAAC_M/AJQPJpaidD0/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542569304898918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspasF72jI/AAAAAAAAC_M/AJQPJpaidD0/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade told his teacher, "I am thankful for my mama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspaV4eJ4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/A2cbhGxgZis/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542569298936866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspaV4eJ4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/A2cbhGxgZis/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am thankful for this sweet face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspaIrj5dI/AAAAAAAAC-8/Fr6z6gfB16s/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542569295393056210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOspaIrj5dI/AAAAAAAAC-8/Fr6z6gfB16s/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshkW30RzI/AAAAAAAAC-k/GPj506z_c3c/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542560674908227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshkW30RzI/AAAAAAAAC-k/GPj506z_c3c/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjy5ROoI/AAAAAAAAC-U/Nxvo5GXngLY/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542560665250642562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjy5ROoI/AAAAAAAAC-U/Nxvo5GXngLY/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjohqbRI/AAAAAAAAC-M/2i-CAqzy0GE/s1600/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542560662467276050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjohqbRI/AAAAAAAAC-M/2i-CAqzy0GE/s400/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-8924238223537026544?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8924238223537026544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8924238223537026544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8924238223537026544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8924238223537026544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-feast-at-lcs.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast at LCS'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TOshjQfHXyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/jk7niR622F0/s72-c/Fall%2BFeast%2B2010%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7357356210326046944</id><published>2010-11-09T18:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:29:23.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Story</title><content type='html'>Ronnie and I have been attending&lt;a href="http://www.experiencelifenow.com/"&gt; Experience Life Church &lt;/a&gt;in Lubbock. Two weeks ago, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baptized&lt;/span&gt; 50 people. In the service we attend, we saw 10 of those baptisms. It was AMAZING!!! Drew and Kade were so fired up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wasn't surprised a couple of nights ago when I heard Drew in the bath tub telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, "I baptize you my brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade,&lt;/span&gt; in the name of Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; say, "I baptize you my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;broder,&lt;/span&gt; Drew, in name of Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for 15+ minutes until I heard Drew start to cry. I went in there to investigate the problem, and this was the story I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew - "Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is drowning me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; - "No, I not. I baptizing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew - "Mom, tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; it isn't baptizing unless I hold my nose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; put me under the water when I wasn't holding my nose. That isn't baptizing. That is drowning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; ;) Precious moments! Now we all know the difference in baptizing and drowning! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7357356210326046944?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7357356210326046944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7357356210326046944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7357356210326046944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7357356210326046944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/cute-story.html' title='Cute Story'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4591247413447003839</id><published>2010-11-01T19:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:51:15.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October's Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qkuN5bcI/AAAAAAAAC98/vUnkQcSTSLo/s1600/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;===Drew's sixth birthday party===&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew wanted to invite 4 friends over to ride bikes, play football, and decorate cupcakes. It ended up being a really fun and cheap party!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534759629645597538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjwoyy2I/AAAAAAAAC9k/GzPqjhzhVJw/s400/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Playing outside &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qkOWNy_I/AAAAAAAAC90/F61wZs099Nc/s1600/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534759637620739058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qkOWNy_I/AAAAAAAAC90/F61wZs099Nc/s400/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching Drew's new movie, How To Train A Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjwl7nJI/AAAAAAAAC9s/tPfNFh6PKOs/s1600/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534759629633592466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjwl7nJI/AAAAAAAAC9s/tPfNFh6PKOs/s400/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorating cupcakes in our undies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjtejVZI/AAAAAAAAC9c/_q1YP26S-qY/s1600/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534759628797334930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjtejVZI/AAAAAAAAC9c/_q1YP26S-qY/s400/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jsH0juSI/AAAAAAAAC9U/Nmy__cG9r1Y/s1600/Halloween+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jr0m3BII/AAAAAAAAC9M/G_7R_75CCwA/s1600/Halloween+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752071568786562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jr0m3BII/AAAAAAAAC9M/G_7R_75CCwA/s400/Halloween+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jraf3etI/AAAAAAAAC9E/-bCQxqaZi5U/s1600/Halloween+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752064560134866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jraf3etI/AAAAAAAAC9E/-bCQxqaZi5U/s400/Halloween+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jrXtq_kI/AAAAAAAAC88/JGL4UBT4T84/s1600/Halloween+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752063812730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jrXtq_kI/AAAAAAAAC88/JGL4UBT4T84/s400/Halloween+2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet faces ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jrE_isxI/AAAAAAAAC80/z7RtIVITtMI/s1600/Halloween+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752058787410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9jrE_isxI/AAAAAAAAC80/z7RtIVITtMI/s400/Halloween+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-4591247413447003839?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4591247413447003839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4591247413447003839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4591247413447003839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4591247413447003839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/octobers-events.html' title='October&apos;s Events'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TM9qjwoyy2I/AAAAAAAAC9k/GzPqjhzhVJw/s72-c/Drew%27s+6th+birthday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-6142055360517831529</id><published>2010-09-25T12:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:10:22.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday the Kindergarten class went to the Corn Maze in Lubbock.   They had a blast!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520967604374955442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qyOs1ZbI/AAAAAAAAC7U/wvjsK0cbJUs/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520967589319336626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qxWnS4rI/AAAAAAAAC68/LO7TQ_ZXVd4/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520967590877897042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qxca4oVI/AAAAAAAAC60/sFaytp7FT80/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ_r9RyH_KI/AAAAAAAAC8s/8xZXNPJfKT0/s1600/pumpkin+patch+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391106157706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ_r9RyH_KI/AAAAAAAAC8s/8xZXNPJfKT0/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved picking out pumpkins. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520979580908786162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ51rWxA0fI/AAAAAAAAC8E/2-lEGmjCjiY/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520979595010409634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ51sLTGhKI/AAAAAAAAC8c/UmC-Q_sY3Qs/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our "corn teacher" showed us all the products that contained corn. I was surprised to see batteries and Crayolas in her pile.   She said corn produces over 3500 products.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520915665619716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47i_wnCGI/AAAAAAAAC6k/AsCBNyCpYFw/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520915666760008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47jEAegbI/AAAAAAAAC6s/ufkTKs0UX58/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ51sWFjLdI/AAAAAAAAC8k/_ctrZabQhX8/s1600/pumpkin+patch+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was really listening :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520967594845717906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qxrM4xZI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MJFVNht2ZQE/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520967597759823026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qx2DqfLI/AAAAAAAAC7M/KHRLZn4fSao/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ51r7Nk5uI/AAAAAAAAC8U/gQ3X1LbrUDo/s1600/pumpkin+patch+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520979590692267746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ51r7Nk5uI/AAAAAAAAC8U/gQ3X1LbrUDo/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47itP_Q8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/A4hCXFcrCJ0/s1600/pumpkin+patch+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520915660651054018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47itP_Q8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/A4hCXFcrCJ0/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before our adventures started at the Corn Maze, the Kindergarten class went to sing for the residents of Hickory House.  What is it about listening to children sing and touching little chubby hands that makes older people smile?  Some residents clapped and some cried as the children sang "Standing on the Promises of God".  &lt;div&gt;What a great day!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47icYXyaI/AAAAAAAAC6M/rkEUC1I2Vbk/s1600/pumpkin+patch+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520915656122812834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ47icYXyaI/AAAAAAAAC6M/rkEUC1I2Vbk/s400/pumpkin+patch+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-6142055360517831529?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6142055360517831529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=6142055360517831529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6142055360517831529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6142055360517831529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/09/eventful-friday.html' title='Eventful Friday'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TJ5qyOs1ZbI/AAAAAAAAC7U/wvjsK0cbJUs/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+2010+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4883209942287787195</id><published>2010-09-14T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:03:54.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger - My Salty Sister from Salt Creek Ranch</title><content type='html'>My dear, sweet friend, Jerri, posted this on her blog today. Her words encouraged me and stirred my spirit, and I wanted to share them with you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 11th 2010 we spent the day at our friends ranch and celebrated the day and our friendships both old and new, but we can never forget what happened on this day nine years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Never. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like most Americans we can each tell you where we were, what we were doing, how we felt and still feel about the events that took place in New York City, Pennsylvania and Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;It changed me personally and profoundly but mostly, about my faith. I watched in horror and unbelief the events of that morning and realized that if I was going to be attacked for my faith then my faith needed to be real and authentically lived out.&lt;br /&gt;I was saved and baptized as a young girl of about 12 yrs old (don't know for sure, I don't think it was written down) but after that, I seem to live through a long season of drifting away and then walking in sin. At the age of 28 I gave my life to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my living room, I prayed the sinner's prayer with Pat Robertson on TV. That may sound strange but that is how it happened. I was desperately seeking God and in faith I prayed. The following Saturday while making the bed I remember just desperately wanting to be forgiven for all that I had done in my life and I literally fell on my knees and cried out loud to God "help me". During this time I used to stand in the line at the grocery store and watch the other women there. I realized that the women I admired looked nothing like me. They were neatly dress, their hair was fixed, they were confident and happy (looking anyway). None of them looked like they had a dirty house at home. I, on the other hand was a wrinkled disheveled mess, my hair a mess, the kids were a mess and the house was a huge mess!&lt;br /&gt;On that Saturday morning, after I had been on my knees for a while I got up, dried my tears, and went on about my day. I can distinctly remember how my mind seemed to be screaming at me, you can't do this, you will never be loved, you can never be . . . you fill in the blanks - but my heart seemed restful and at peace. I realize now that God was quieting my mind and changing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I made more mistakes through the years and I was still looking for a church to call home. If you had known me during this time you would not have thought of me as a Christian. I was uneducated on the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;During the summer of 2001, I found a bible study called Breaking Free written by Beth Moore. I boldly and uncharacteristically for me, asked if I could join the group doing this study. The lady I asked said, "if you will do all the homework and come, you can join us".&lt;br /&gt;I did that homework. I dug into the Word like never before. A couple of times when I had to miss the weekly meetings she let me borrow the videos to watch at home. It was during these times that the Holy Spirit washed me the most. There was just something about being at home and alone, I was free to cry as hard and as long as I needed to, that set me free and to finally understand . . . no believe, that not only could God forgive me but that He did forgive me and that I needed to forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;See I had asked God for forgiveness many many times in the past but I never believed that I could really be forgiven and I could never forgive myself. It was during this study in the summer of 2001 that God's truth broke through all my shame and I was finally set free from the chains that had been bound around me since the summer of my 16th year.&lt;br /&gt;In October of that same year just after 9/11 I attended a walk to Emmauus, there I realized that Jesus was not something too far away for me to reach out and grab a hold of. He is Holy, He is high and lifted up but He is not unapproachable. His Word is true, His promises are true and He is Truth.&lt;br /&gt;I pray each day that I live a life worthy of the One who died for me and that I show everyone who I meet the love that has set me free and can and will do the same for them. Some plant, some water, and some harvest. You never know what the Holy Spirit is doing in someones life and just how close they are to turning their lives over to God or maybe running from Him a little longer, a little farther or forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget where I came from and I will never forget the God who set me free, who hides me in the shadow of His wings, whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light, whose peace surpasses understanding, whose voice calls out my name, who set my feet on solid rock and who promises to never leave me or forsake me. His name is Emmanuel - God with us. He is the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End, Alpha and Omega. He is the Ancient of Days and He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. He is the Name above all Names. He is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;And that is what September the 11th 2001 means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4883209942287787195?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4883209942287787195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4883209942287787195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4883209942287787195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4883209942287787195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/09/guest-blogger-my-salty-sister-from-salt.html' title='Guest Blogger - My Salty Sister from Salt Creek Ranch'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5656973224664219897</id><published>2010-09-10T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:00:09.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party at LCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TIrRm7RFQeI/AAAAAAAAC50/WQoxRkVwqWg/s1600/tea+party+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515451160343167458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TIrRm7RFQeI/AAAAAAAAC50/WQoxRkVwqWg/s400/tea+party+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For letter T week we had a Tea Party at school. The girls wore tiaras and the boys wore top hats and ties. It was so fun! We read from Fancy Nancy's book on Tea Party etiquette. The boys pulled the chairs out for the girls, and all the students learned how to hold a tea cup with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt; finger lifted up ;) Fancy Nancy taught us a few words in French, how to put a napkin in our laps to eat, etc. It was so much fun!!! I love my job and this sweet, sweet group of kiddos!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515451167352546322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TIrRnVYP5BI/AAAAAAAAC58/rRqtdGyh7Ic/s400/tea+party+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-5656973224664219897?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5656973224664219897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5656973224664219897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5656973224664219897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5656973224664219897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/09/tea-party-at-lcs.html' title='Tea Party at LCS'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TIrRm7RFQeI/AAAAAAAAC50/WQoxRkVwqWg/s72-c/tea+party+2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5586545346996003646</id><published>2010-08-24T18:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:15:02.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509143665534051234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo-aDAI6I/AAAAAAAAC5c/3r2eWmfJC2s/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509143655642057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo91MkTMI/AAAAAAAAC5U/Hz2oRd2yMWw/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509140077072740914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRlth_J8jI/AAAAAAAAC5E/EvYOaxvdlLE/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo_J1MERI/AAAAAAAAC5s/_X2_YyubQNw/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509143678361014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo_J1MERI/AAAAAAAAC5s/_X2_YyubQNw/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo-4M8q1I/AAAAAAAAC5k/XCDxFfZrpcE/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509143673628830546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo-4M8q1I/AAAAAAAAC5k/XCDxFfZrpcE/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509143651371382818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo9lSW-CI/AAAAAAAAC5M/MvWYmFS_yfY/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; first day in Preschool - 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRltK4-VPI/AAAAAAAAC48/6sayS0_yP-s/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509140070872798450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRltK4-VPI/AAAAAAAAC48/6sayS0_yP-s/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was all dressed-up with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRlsiNsFqI/AAAAAAAAC4s/vMLcPgcvCKM/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509140059953829538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRlsiNsFqI/AAAAAAAAC4s/vMLcPgcvCKM/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRlsbNFWpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Hs3_QvWCGZM/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509140058072242834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRlsbNFWpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Hs3_QvWCGZM/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew's first day in Kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know...I am Drew's teacher this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day of class was really confusing for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He couldn't figure out what to call me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mrs. Mama"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama Jenkins"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally with Emma's help he called me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jenkins&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509134710071364450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg1IWUC2I/AAAAAAAAC38/VByXJI0tWYY/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg2ooz6lI/AAAAAAAAC4c/Co37gaNge3w/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vacation 2010 - Sea World, San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg2OtQ-vI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Ijt8v22S4OQ/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509134728958114546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg2OtQ-vI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Ijt8v22S4OQ/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; in the pool at the hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 2 feet deep on one end, and the boys LOVED playing in the water without their life jackets. I bet we stayed down there for 3+ hours.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122297734858402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVioyrhqI/AAAAAAAAC30/GdMlLCh8Aso/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went out to eat on the River Walk at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Acenar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509134717137162770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg1iq7khI/AAAAAAAAC4E/_RIJ3SNlCu0/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sea World. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509134724043427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRg18ZgzTI/AAAAAAAAC4M/f5h2Oa8iem4/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day in San Antonio we went to the Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt; (HUGE HIT WITH THE BOYS) and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rain Forest&lt;/span&gt; Cafe. The boys loved the ball factory they had at the museum. When we sat down to eat at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rain Forest&lt;/span&gt; Cafe', Drew grabbed my face and turned my head towards the elephants that were making noise. He said, "Mama, you gotta check this out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we left town we stopped by the Alamo Dome to watch the Cowboys' Training Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew wasn't really impressed because nobody was tackling hard or making touchdowns. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVicGn2XI/AAAAAAAAC3s/BpzZOsQd-Sg/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122294328842610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVicGn2XI/AAAAAAAAC3s/BpzZOsQd-Sg/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRViJ5xpsI/AAAAAAAAC3k/drAc_fIvuBE/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122289443120834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRViJ5xpsI/AAAAAAAAC3k/drAc_fIvuBE/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Wait for it...wait for it..." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVh4Ql7JI/AAAAAAAAC3c/IC1Ktysfdi4/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122284706983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVh4Ql7JI/AAAAAAAAC3c/IC1Ktysfdi4/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, Nanny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;, and Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVhsFD1KI/AAAAAAAAC3U/v5kF8_ws51U/s1600/End+of+Summer+2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122281437385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRVhsFD1KI/AAAAAAAAC3U/v5kF8_ws51U/s400/End+of+Summer+2010+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-5586545346996003646?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5586545346996003646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5586545346996003646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5586545346996003646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5586545346996003646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/THRo-aDAI6I/AAAAAAAAC5c/3r2eWmfJC2s/s72-c/End+of+Summer+2010+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-9049816035971186651</id><published>2010-06-24T21:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:50:21.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PawPaw's Surprise 80th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCTBYr16I_I/AAAAAAAAC3M/pFxshbkhSys/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486722875873960946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCTBYr16I_I/AAAAAAAAC3M/pFxshbkhSys/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times at Nana and Pop's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486527532203990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPuL9rX6I/AAAAAAAAC00/nETJD9tFpGU/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486527522336543282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPtnNGEjI/AAAAAAAAC0s/Tv1qDOMZOp0/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCS-u6J24NI/AAAAAAAAC3E/OgRAgERPEfU/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486719959137968338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCS-u6J24NI/AAAAAAAAC3E/OgRAgERPEfU/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and Pops let the boys pick out a surprise at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. Drew picked out goggles for the swimming pool (green of course :), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; picked out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; watch. The watch had an awesome bonus because it came in a lunch box. That little guy was so excited.   He packed business cards, sticky notes, a dollar bill, his watch accessories, etc. in that lunch box and toted it all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCS-uv9imsI/AAAAAAAAC28/ENnZAuxRkJU/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486719956401953474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCS-uv9imsI/AAAAAAAAC28/ENnZAuxRkJU/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlcuOE7sI/AAAAAAAAC2s/sUeRSIn6psk/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486551421417746114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlcuOE7sI/AAAAAAAAC2s/sUeRSIn6psk/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun on the hay bales with Uncle Chad &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlbXZfhqI/AAAAAAAAC2c/TOM4WAcRU0Q/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486551398111741602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlbXZfhqI/AAAAAAAAC2c/TOM4WAcRU0Q/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; stayed pretty close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlbFNL2gI/AAAAAAAAC2U/Vlp9OTd6EtE/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486551393228282370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQlbFNL2gI/AAAAAAAAC2U/Vlp9OTd6EtE/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486527511550578546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPs_BhT3I/AAAAAAAAC0c/efZyzBNHxtI/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chad's new girlfriend, Ryan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really, really enjoyed getting to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf6p90TrI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ibLYmT9kxL0/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486545338602114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf6p90TrI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ibLYmT9kxL0/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to feed the fish and check the cows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pops actually let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; steer the whole way down the dirt road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Drew and the dog had motion sickness ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf6MdMLaI/AAAAAAAAC2E/5KHUL0AGmVg/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486545330680638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf6MdMLaI/AAAAAAAAC2E/5KHUL0AGmVg/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf45ApiYI/AAAAAAAAC10/u0uujthQImY/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486545308280785282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf45ApiYI/AAAAAAAAC10/u0uujthQImY/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf4ocg-SI/AAAAAAAAC1s/4gIQyLD_2-Y/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486545303834261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQf4ocg-SI/AAAAAAAAC1s/4gIQyLD_2-Y/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYkGwBdqI/AAAAAAAAC1k/H-UOFqKrNJA/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486537254610499234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYkGwBdqI/AAAAAAAAC1k/H-UOFqKrNJA/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grand-kids&lt;/span&gt; (except Cody-16) and the great-grands!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYj8psGPI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8Ea46Yi-KxQ/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486537251899578610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYj8psGPI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8Ea46Yi-KxQ/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy, Anita (my mom), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;, Nana, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Monite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYiX1168I/AAAAAAAAC1M/GA62TRT8zdU/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486537224838572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYiX1168I/AAAAAAAAC1M/GA62TRT8zdU/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYiO3qP0I/AAAAAAAAC1E/2bYM1hZS6Mk/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486537222430277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQYiO3qP0I/AAAAAAAAC1E/2bYM1hZS6Mk/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPtZknXpI/AAAAAAAAC0k/jQYW7EFDO64/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486527518677098130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPtZknXpI/AAAAAAAAC0k/jQYW7EFDO64/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPulCHUiI/AAAAAAAAC08/IXgQ85lQ8k0/s1600/Mom%27s+June+2010+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486527538933486114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCQPulCHUiI/AAAAAAAAC08/IXgQ85lQ8k0/s400/Mom%27s+June+2010+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; the other day and realized he has five or six freckles on his nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-9049816035971186651?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/9049816035971186651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=9049816035971186651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/9049816035971186651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/9049816035971186651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/06/pawpaws-surprise-80th-birthday-party.html' title='PawPaw&apos;s Surprise 80th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/TCTBYr16I_I/AAAAAAAAC3M/pFxshbkhSys/s72-c/Mom%27s+June+2010+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-3570154609918128897</id><published>2010-06-10T10:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:54:13.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this post to "document" all the cute things Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are doing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* Ronnie was changing his tire, and to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he started riding his bike with NO TRAINING WHEELS. He did so well! BUT THEN, he had a fall on the dirt road behind our house, and he decided we needed to put them back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pretends&lt;/span&gt; to be a dog for hours a day. He licks, he rolls over, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pretends&lt;/span&gt; to pee, and he likes to have his belly rubbed. He has even made-up his own dog language. "Rush, rush," means yes. One ugly "ROUGH" with his nose wrinkled means no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When I ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do something he winds up his arms and legs and says, "Yes Mam Momma, rock and roll ('&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wock&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;woll&lt;/span&gt;')!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a little temper problem. He is happy 95% of the time, but when he gets mad, he is really mad. Usually his frustration involves Drew. He scrunches his nose, turns bright red, and in the cutest accent (which is a weird mix of Australian and west Texas hick) screams, "Stop it, Drew." We all can't help but laugh. Especially Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew:&lt;br /&gt;* Drew is reading 3-letter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CVC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; words. He amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drew loves "Skippy Jon Jones" books. We found them at the library. They are about a little cat who thinks he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chihuahua&lt;/span&gt;, and he talks with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; accent. Ronnie can read them so well, and Drew cannot stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drew was eating a piece of ice the other day, and it got stuck to his lip. When he ripped it off, he pulled half his lip off with it. He cried so hard. (Deep sigh). Hard lessons learned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The other day we were talking about birthdays. I was telling Drew when you turn 16 you can drive a car, and when you turn 18 you go to college and move away. He didn't like that idea. I told him he would eventually have to move out one day when he married. He said, "No, I will just marry you, Mama." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; said, " I want to marry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;." Then a few hours later, we retold the story to Daddy. Drew still wanted to marry me, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; said, "I want to marry Nana; hers sends me M&amp;amp;M's!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The boys think Ronnie is a super star. Seriously! When we eat dinner, they push their chairs up right next to his. I am on the other side of the round table all by myself. They fight over who gets to sit by him, and tease the poor boy who has to sit by silly old Mama. When we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ole, they sit on each side of him in the booth. I sit on the other-side all by myself. The other day we went for a bike ride, and Drew said, "My daddy can do cool tricks on his bike. He is so awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ronnie was leaving to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the other weekend to help his parents, and Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were pretty bummed. I put them to bed, and a few minutes later Drew walked in the room. I asked him what was wrong. He said, "I made up a song about my daddy." He sang, " &lt;em&gt;I love my daddy so much. I am going to miss him when he's on vacation. I am going to miss him. I am going to miss him. I am going to miss him when we go to the movies." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;Ronnie took the boys shopping for my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday present. They picked out some Bath and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Body Works&lt;/span&gt; lotion and a coffee mug. But the best part was they wrapped my present in S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;piderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paper and put a pink bow on it. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are growing up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer has officially begun. We have been swimming a lot already, and we are leaving for Nana's house in a few days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; Bill is having a surprise 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer Bible study at my house is going great. We are studying prayer, and I am AMAZED at what God is doing. The first thing we talked about was forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"In prayer there is a connection between what God does and what you do. You can't get forgiveness from God, for instance, without also forgiving others. If you refuse to do your part, you cut yourself off from God's part" Matt 6:14-15 MES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and , "If I regard iniquity in my heart, The Lord will not hear": Psalm 66:18 NKJV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me this amazing picture of what happens when we don't forgive. It is like our kids locking themselves in a room. They cry. They bang on the door. They ask for help. They wonder why the parent isn't helping them. However, they have locked the door from their side. No matter how much we, as parents, want to help them, the child has to unlock the door from his/her side. Forgiveness unlocks the door! In the Bible study, I am seeing marriages restored. Hearts are healing. Only God can do that, and I am so humbled He is allowing me to be part of it! We have had 24 women come and about 45 kiddos. I can't wait to see what happens in the next 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, about a dozen high school girls are coming over to the house for Titus Two Sunday. We are cooking lasagna, cheese biscuits, and strawberry shortcake - all from scratch. There are a couple of other "older ladies" participating. (Yes, I am now included in the 'older lady' category ;) The premise of Titus Two Sundays is getting older women to mentor the younger girls in the church. We switch houses each Sunday, cook with the girls, and talk about the issues they have questions about. I think it is a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a wonderful summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-3570154609918128897?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3570154609918128897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=3570154609918128897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3570154609918128897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3570154609918128897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8166708113876157650</id><published>2010-05-20T08:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:57:45.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Tball Game for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, May is flying by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between celebrating Mother's Day, my 30th Birthday, our 8th anniversary, and Pre-K graduation, Ronnie and I have been going non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Debbie took these "candids" at Drew's last game. I am amazed she was able to get these great pics through a fence, but the girl has "skills" ;) !!! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You can go to her website to see more of her work: &lt;a href="http://www.debbieblackshearphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.debbieblackshearphotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482897336582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_W3sgPsQnI/AAAAAAAACys/wMU6DJuhASA/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473516071634986674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV3gIx5rI/AAAAAAAACzk/cqiE4A5b27U/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473381344124396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbVVDI5LI/AAAAAAAACx0/xwos82jG38U/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473449775004756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_WZkh8ZqyI/AAAAAAAACx8/ktHtQlpUT3A/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473381337898885810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbU923IrI/AAAAAAAACxs/uDocR0i9oKA/s400/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my absolute favorite pic- I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473449783739424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_WZlCe6H1I/AAAAAAAACyE/G2_bGoVjAeY/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473572361606581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_YJEAn0zQI/AAAAAAAAC0M/Uszx9UfXTUc/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473449787684815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_WZlRLkA1I/AAAAAAAACyM/4yeY5ZHd0nU/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV3--q0iI/AAAAAAAACzs/pXUcbW35wFQ/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473449799789398962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_WZl-RhS7I/AAAAAAAACyU/9g7e9ZCBRpA/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473449805301152514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_WZmSzn-wI/AAAAAAAACyc/c97JOt-2BmY/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473572360943051554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_YJD-JoIyI/AAAAAAAAC0E/88jgz09Rhs4/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473516061016350034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV24lGXVI/AAAAAAAACzc/5GaWLxibMFE/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Go Bubba! Go!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473516048744861490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV2K3WTzI/AAAAAAAACzM/frUIA-7sYIo/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew's biggest fan!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV2VqRJWI/AAAAAAAACzU/MisrmmD9ON0/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473516051642787170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_XV2VqRJWI/AAAAAAAACzU/MisrmmD9ON0/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other favorite pic! Look at that face ;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473572337449945954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_YJCmoby2I/AAAAAAAACz0/DjDD0f3Ln4o/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482913481848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_W3tcZBdPI/AAAAAAAACy8/ndPMW3uQUas/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473381313702518370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbTjt_3mI/AAAAAAAACxU/2rFKJimH01U/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482889896934018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_W3sEh8OoI/AAAAAAAACyk/JlNEaJ9_WHg/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbUospVSI/AAAAAAAACxk/1-06mkuFO1s/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473381332218893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbUospVSI/AAAAAAAACxk/1-06mkuFO1s/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473381322547853426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_VbUEq4-HI/AAAAAAAACxc/9-CYHI4hb7w/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482922296627858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_W3t9OoUpI/AAAAAAAACzE/Jwwl3d13lJA/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-8166708113876157650?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8166708113876157650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8166708113876157650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8166708113876157650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8166708113876157650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-tball-game-for-2010.html' title='Last Tball Game for 2010'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S_W3sgPsQnI/AAAAAAAACys/wMU6DJuhASA/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8689818387228276942</id><published>2010-04-29T11:09:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:38:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been super busy.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a snapshot of what's been going on in my life:&lt;br /&gt;*I have been observing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 teachers in Lubbock and at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt; Christian School, because I am going back to work in August. I will be teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt; 3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt; 4 at the Christian School M-F from 8 until 12. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Last Saturday I went to an amazing brunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FHC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Lubbock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The theme: "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to be a fashionable woman of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we listened to Nancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Defrusne&lt;/span&gt; speak, the women put on a fashion show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the 2 things I loved that are "in" this summer: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465628970098509186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S9nQlxTORYI/AAAAAAAACwc/_7WlKBScCiE/s400/feather3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Feather headbands - I have to get one of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465628977545987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S9nQmNC1w-I/AAAAAAAACwk/wRB4r7siQXk/s400/jegging.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jeggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Jeans + Leggings = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jeggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were super cute on the models!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Two weeks ago the boys and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.experiencelifenow.com/"&gt;Experience Life Church&lt;/a&gt;. This church started in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; home with just a handful of people in 2007. Now, they are running 3,000 each week. They had over 400 baptisms last year alone. WOW!!! They said at their last prayer meeting 356+ attended. I have been itching since Easter to go check it out!!! There were tons of young people crowded into that roller skating rink (they don't have a building yet). With their hands in the air an their hearts open to God, the next generation was worshipping God. During the song, "Hosanna", I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt; by God's Presence that I cried as we sang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a generation, rising up to take it's place with selfless faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is moving in the this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXCoHxX1OC8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXCoHxX1OC8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I am going again this Saturday, and after church I have a really "hot" date with my two favorite little men at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Ole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green sauce here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago to get my blood work done. I was having headaches, and with my big birthday approaching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I am turning the big 3-0), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I better get it checked. The results weren't bad, but they could have been better. My bad cholesterol was high, and I have hypoglycemia. So I have been hitting the gym every morning at 5 a.m. for the past 4 weeks. Last week I made it 5 out of 7 days, but this week I made it 6 times! I actually did over 20 miles on the elliptical machine this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea...go me! (Hey, I need all the encouragement I can get! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I went to weigh in last night, I was so encouraged to see I had lost 2.2 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I have been reading a lot to the boys lately. One of their new favorites is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimgill.com/new/see_maythere.html"&gt;"May There Always Be Sunshine." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing/read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"May there always be sunshine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May there always be blue skies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May there always be Mamas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May there always be me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May there always be colors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May there always be birthdays..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept adding their own lyrics Monday night after we finished the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"May there always be hay bales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be tractors.&lt;br /&gt;May there always be pick-ups.&lt;br /&gt;May there always be fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be Eva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be 'Halloweenie'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May there always be swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Drew's friend at school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May there always be Sissy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Drew's stuffed animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May there always be Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;May there always be Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; turn to sing the next lyric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;He quit sucking his thumb, and I could see the wheels in his head turning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;eyes opened really big, he held up his hand, and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May there always be thumbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so precious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was one of those moments you want to bottle-up and keep forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DISCLAIMER FOR ALL READERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, he still sucks his thumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know he will have to have braces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO, I DON'T CARE BECAUSE HE IS ONE HAPPY 3-YEAR OLD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I set our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Oprah's show today!!! Our good friends, Jeanne and Johnny Mac, are going to be interviewed about B.U.S.T., Buckle-up and stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They lost their daughter, Alex, this past fall in a car accident. They love the Lord, and I know God will be glorified in them today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I have been studying and praying about the upcoming Bible Study at my house this summer. At first I didn't want to do it (just being honest ;). I mean this is my last summer before going back to work; I was really wanting to lay by the pool, work on my tan, and read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No responsibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, I kept thinking, "Who am I to teach anyone about prayer? I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;scholared&lt;/span&gt; Bible teacher. I am not ordained. I am just..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT GOD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But God impressed it on my heart that He would equip those He has called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew HE was calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it came down to me choosing obediece or fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I chose obedience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to "new ideas", &lt;strong&gt;USUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; I am the one who jumps in with two feet, and &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt; I ask God for His opinion &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt;-the-fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Just in case you are wondering...it doesn't work so well when you do it that way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time it was God leading me. I started to have a stirring in my spirit that I needed to share a testimony about prayer in my Sunday school class. Within two weeks I knew, that I knew, I needed to share with more than just my Sunday School class. See, 4 years ago, I would have told you that prayer was boring. I didn't like to do it. I prayed once or twice a month because I thought that was what good Christians were "suppose" to do. Or I would pray/cry when I was mad at Ronnie, while asking the Lord to, "Fix him God. Show him how wrong he is!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you are smiling right now because you know what I am talking about ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 years ago I would have told you that my prayer life consisted of me giving God my laundry list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gimmies&lt;/span&gt; and trying not to fall asleep half-way into it. Since then, I have walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; some really dark valleys with God...actually I take that back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God carried me through those deep valleys.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through those hard times, God taught me about prayer. The revelation God has given me about prayer is the most precious, priceless gift I have ever received. Prayer isn't just asking for our circumstances to change; it is God's invitation and earthly license to work in our lives. Real prayer involves a lot of listening.  Real prayer leads me into God's Presence. Real prayer takes me into the throne room where I am face-to-face with my Beloved. When I am "there" with Him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am NEVER BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God has done so much in my life; I can't wait to share it! So, this summer, if you are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around 9:30, and you desire to go deeper with God through prayer, come on over. Bring the kiddos, your swimming gear, and a sack lunch. We are going to get into the Word, take a little swim with the kids, and picnic in the back yard. Hopefully (fingers crossed) the kiddos will be so worn-out after the morning, that they will nap at least 2 hours in the afternoon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I was reading yesterday about prayer and forgiveness. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5, Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1-2 When Jesus saw his ministry drawing huge crowds, he climbed a hillside. Those who were apprenticed to him, the committed, climbed with him. Arriving at a quiet place, he sat down and taught his climbing companions. This is what he said:...&lt;br /&gt;5"You're blessed when you're content with just who you are—no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought.&lt;br /&gt;6"You're blessed when you've worked up a good appetite for God. He's food and drink in the best meal you'll ever eat.&lt;br /&gt;7"You're blessed when you care. At the moment of being 'care-full,' you find yourselves cared for.&lt;br /&gt;8"You're blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world. ...&lt;br /&gt;11-12"Not only that—count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens—give a cheer, even!—for though they don't like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;13"Let me tell you why you are here. You're here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness? You've lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;14-16"Here's another way to put it: You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven....&lt;br /&gt;21-22"You're familiar with the command to the ancients, 'Do not murder.' I'm telling you that anyone who is so much as angry with a brother or sister is guilty of murder. Carelessly call a brother 'idiot!' and you just might find yourself hauled into court. Thoughtlessly yell 'stupid!' at a sister and you are on the brink of hellfire. The simple moral fact is that words kill.&lt;br /&gt;23-24"&lt;strong&gt;This is how I want you to conduct yourself in these matters. If you enter your place of worship and, about to make an offering, you suddenly remember a grudge a friend has against you, abandon your offering, leave immediately, go to this friend and make things right. Then and only then, come back and work things out with God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25-26"Or say you're out on the street and an old enemy accosts you. Don't lose a minute. Make the first move; make things right with him. After all, if you leave the first move to him, knowing his track record, you're likely to end up in court, maybe even jail. If that happens, you won't get out without a stiff fine...&lt;br /&gt;38-42"Here's another old saying that deserves a second look: 'Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.' Is that going to get us anywhere? Here's what I propose: 'Don't hit back at all.' If someone strikes you, stand there and take it. If someone drags you into court and sues for the shirt off your back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gift wrap&lt;/span&gt; your best coat and make a present of it. And if someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice the servant life. No more tit-for-tat stuff. Live generously.&lt;br /&gt;43-47"&lt;strong&gt;You're familiar with the old written law, 'Love your friend,' and its unwritten companion, 'Hate your enemy.' I'm challenging that. I'm telling you to love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst. When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer&lt;/strong&gt;, for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves. This is what God does. He gives his best—the sun to warm and the rain to nourish—to everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty. If all you do is love the lovable, do you expect a bonus? Anybody can do that. If you simply say hello to those who greet you, do you expect a medal? Any run-of-the-mill sinner does that.&lt;br /&gt;48"In a word, what I'm saying is, Grow up. You're kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-8689818387228276942?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8689818387228276942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8689818387228276942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8689818387228276942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8689818387228276942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-bad-blogger.html' title='Bad, Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S9nQlxTORYI/AAAAAAAACwc/_7WlKBScCiE/s72-c/feather3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8246817126366067057</id><published>2010-04-06T08:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:59:18.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457036566171586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ2CT5kUI/AAAAAAAACvs/2reruIlCSjA/s400/Easter+2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457036560792087202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ1uRU6qI/AAAAAAAACvk/-ztQGc72ghQ/s400/Easter+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I took this picture last Wednesday before the Easter party at Drew's school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was not happy about taking pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "I'm going to be late Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him, "I am your mama, and I will take as many pictures as I want to!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457036570813343698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ2TmlJ9I/AAAAAAAACv0/0IEGrCpVOSQ/s400/Easter+2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nana and Pops stayed to watch the hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew was so proud to have them there. He told all his friends, "There's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; and pops. See my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...the one with the hair!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told my mom it could have been worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could have said, "There is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...the one with the big rear!" ;) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457066787333617106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlVI6aNdI/AAAAAAAACwU/Oc_a_bORq9k/s400/Easter+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Each child had his/her name on 14 eggs. The challenge was to find the eggs with their name on them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eggs had red dots. He picked red, go figure? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457066783001881890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlU4xpLSI/AAAAAAAACwM/z5X9pYTzUOk/s400/Easter+2010+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlUjpkSUI/AAAAAAAACwE/Hcr1cDXzq0Y/s1600/Easter+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457066777330862402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlUjpkSUI/AAAAAAAACwE/Hcr1cDXzq0Y/s400/Easter+2010+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlUHGZYFI/AAAAAAAACv8/cbDVdlX8jjA/s1600/Easter+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457066769667154002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tlUHGZYFI/AAAAAAAACv8/cbDVdlX8jjA/s400/Easter+2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was checking for his red dot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ1N5W2MI/AAAAAAAACvU/ZusWSmF_Rjg/s1600/Easter+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457036552101615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ1N5W2MI/AAAAAAAACvU/ZusWSmF_Rjg/s400/Easter+2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom bought those cute blue outfits for the boys!!! Thanks Nana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to use her "old lady" discount at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bealls,&lt;/span&gt; because it was the last Tuesday of the month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to buy the boys 4 really nice pairs of shoes for $65. Not bad! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457028079085768402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCIBc9TtI/AAAAAAAACus/TWYMWg_V24Q/s400/Easter+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew found an egg with his name on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday went went to South Plains Church's Egg Drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least&lt;/strong&gt; 1000 people gathered for this community wide event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youth leader led the kids in praise and worship; the boys loved the singing and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he asked the children, "What is Easter about?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Drew was the one who yelled out, "It's about Jesus dying on the cross!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son LOVES to talk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(He comes by it naturally! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the short service, the kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; by age into 3 different fields for the egg hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were waiting and watching for the helicopter that was coming to drop the eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCJfWwEzI/AAAAAAAACvM/ibDJRWkbenI/s1600/Easter+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457028104292668210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCJfWwEzI/AAAAAAAACvM/ibDJRWkbenI/s400/Easter+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Where is the helicopter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCJHtoQYI/AAAAAAAACvE/8ze89P7kdt0/s1600/Easter+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457028097946173826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCJHtoQYI/AAAAAAAACvE/8ze89P7kdt0/s400/Easter+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has on his new shoes! Snazzy huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCI4z0HAI/AAAAAAAACu8/m0uQkI6QX8M/s1600/Easter+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457028093945584642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCI4z0HAI/AAAAAAAACu8/m0uQkI6QX8M/s400/Easter+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The helicopter flew in and dropped the eggs, and the kids were let loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't figure out why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; pick up any eggs.?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parents were not allowed to cross the line to help the children, so Ronnie and I kept yelling, "Pick up the eggs son! Pick them up! Put them INTO your basket!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked at us with confusion and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are my eggs?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By the time Ronnie and I figured out the problem, the eggs were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was looking for eggs with his red dot on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCInmF8LI/AAAAAAAACu0/3Z9aAjvwh4w/s1600/Easter+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457028089324630194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tCInmF8LI/AAAAAAAACu0/3Z9aAjvwh4w/s400/Easter+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-8246817126366067057?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8246817126366067057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8246817126366067057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8246817126366067057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8246817126366067057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7tJ2CT5kUI/AAAAAAAACvs/2reruIlCSjA/s72-c/Easter+2010+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7966762571198129378</id><published>2010-04-02T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:52:23.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dooif2-yAoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dooif2-yAoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7966762571198129378?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7966762571198129378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7966762571198129378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7966762571198129378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7966762571198129378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-love.html' title='Amazing Love'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-835361164836217335</id><published>2010-03-31T08:53:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:00:03.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>First T-ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7O0vXqKDNI/AAAAAAAACuk/jgzj2tYPQuk/s1600/First+TBall+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454902299573488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7O0vXqKDNI/AAAAAAAACuk/jgzj2tYPQuk/s400/First+TBall+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing #7 on the Texas Rangers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(drum roll, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803112840799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nah8SSJcI/AAAAAAAACss/gvIM0SURxi4/s400/First+TBall+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Drew Jenkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our very first game last night, or as he likes to call it "the sandlot"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454890535903037202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7OqCokkBxI/AAAAAAAACuc/jrEaJpathis/s400/First+TBall+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His baseball face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454816947897122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NnHP4wQDI/AAAAAAAACuE/rwxJwJ1CiaQ/s400/First+TBall+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; a Texas Rangers shirt too.On the back of his shirt we put his name and the #3. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454816943276312306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NnG-rERvI/AAAAAAAACt8/bCMZc4Ckyt4/s400/First+TBall+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nfbc8zTiI/AAAAAAAACts/CVkM_02zFWM/s1600/First+TBall+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808498908122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nfbc8zTiI/AAAAAAAACts/CVkM_02zFWM/s400/First+TBall+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Which way is first base Drew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797762452893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NVqgiZr9I/AAAAAAAACr8/WUZ1jqnOrkY/s400/First+TBall+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797831713922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NVuijhHyI/AAAAAAAACsU/6OHB3R-nLlk/s400/First+TBall+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808487387375634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NfayCCqBI/AAAAAAAACtk/AtAesVaoTbs/s400/First+TBall+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first time he made it on base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454816936410229922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NnGlGELKI/AAAAAAAACt0/ZwR_RJWTFM0/s400/First+TBall+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nana and Pops came to watch his first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nfap_1AEI/AAAAAAAACtc/oJngxa_Quc0/s1600/First+TBall+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808485230608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nfap_1AEI/AAAAAAAACtc/oJngxa_Quc0/s400/First+TBall+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew's biggest fan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808472820897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NfZ7xH1xI/AAAAAAAACtM/Ef9fJvbSc-Y/s400/First+TBall+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chelsea, Holly, Ryan, Cash and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; came to yell for the Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drew has a lot of people who love him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797791890062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NVsOMxPLI/AAAAAAAACsE/uTivUpqf798/s400/First+TBall+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First time on the field, Drew played first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NfaZGRluI/AAAAAAAACtU/wgrURV4lNDw/s1600/First+TBall+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808480694245090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NfaZGRluI/AAAAAAAACtU/wgrURV4lNDw/s400/First+TBall+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the game, Drew's Coach, Hoyt called me. He remembered my parents were going to be in town this week, so he put Drew at first base and pitcher. He wanted my parents to get to see Drew get tons of action. I was shocked that he remembered and cared enough to arrange that. We are very blessed to have him as a coach. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nahn7M9WI/AAAAAAAACsk/F0E5ySFNwkg/s1600/First+TBall+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803107375281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nahn7M9WI/AAAAAAAACsk/F0E5ySFNwkg/s400/First+TBall+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been teaching him to STEP and through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a little over-emphasized right now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NVv3X6VRI/AAAAAAAACsc/ugDrrVGOJJs/s1600/First+TBall+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797854482257170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NVv3X6VRI/AAAAAAAACsc/ugDrrVGOJJs/s400/First+TBall+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803135173644594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7NajPe2UTI/AAAAAAAACtE/vnpLDD43tFE/s400/First+TBall+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803122139591522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Naie7Sc2I/AAAAAAAACs0/Tkf1bZIf8jc/s400/First+TBall+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I don't know if we won our not. I don't think there was more than 6 outs total in 3 full innings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad there is no score in T-ball! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803125597172882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7Nairzo9JI/AAAAAAAACs8/X-Q_e035nSs/s400/First+TBall+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-835361164836217335?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/835361164836217335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=835361164836217335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/835361164836217335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/835361164836217335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-t-ball-game.html' title='First T-ball Game'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S7O0vXqKDNI/AAAAAAAACuk/jgzj2tYPQuk/s72-c/First+TBall+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-6726145157365035132</id><published>2010-03-23T06:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:12:03.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><title type='text'>Kader Tater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6iusycC7cI/AAAAAAAACr0/I9xq_gcFJYA/s1600-h/kade+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451799433408867778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6iusycC7cI/AAAAAAAACr0/I9xq_gcFJYA/s400/kade+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://debbieblackshearphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt; took these pictures Sunday evening.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; tractor ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6iuslI_cWI/AAAAAAAACrs/F5INxA3viaE/s1600-h/Kade+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451799429839286626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6iuslI_cWI/AAAAAAAACrs/F5INxA3viaE/s400/Kade+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see the bruise on his head? &lt;br /&gt;That poor little guy is always hitting his head on something.  The bump initially came from falling into the wall Saturday. Yesterday, he fell into the entertainment center and hit his head in the same exact spot.    &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/5363991030785872768-6726145157365035132?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6726145157365035132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=6726145157365035132' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6726145157365035132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6726145157365035132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/kader-tater.html' title='Kader Tater'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6iusycC7cI/AAAAAAAACr0/I9xq_gcFJYA/s72-c/kade+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-3760893108389062700</id><published>2010-03-22T12:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:27:26.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451523230403465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezfqD9EtI/AAAAAAAACrU/eoEG5B2YQ64/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our first fishing trip of the year.  We went the weekend before Spring Break.  The sunshine felt so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451523221810649346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezfKDRGQI/AAAAAAAACrM/sTW7T9yri_0/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lake Allen Henry - Post, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451523245879777250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezgjty1-I/AAAAAAAACrc/pKYxt0Ccu0c/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy's first fish of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451539867649898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6fCoEom97I/AAAAAAAACrk/LnMVu399KCQ/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew's first "catch" of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ronnie actually caught it, but Drew reeled it in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451523214982069650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezewnNPZI/AAAAAAAACrE/JjQLojeLTZ0/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our view from the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezeLTFfvI/AAAAAAAACq8/FSkxnrU7PD4/s1600-h/Fishing+trip+1+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451523204965564146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezeLTFfvI/AAAAAAAACq8/FSkxnrU7PD4/s320/Fishing+trip+1+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book I was reading on the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It is a must read!!!)&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/5363991030785872768-3760893108389062700?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3760893108389062700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=3760893108389062700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3760893108389062700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3760893108389062700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note...'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S6ezfqD9EtI/AAAAAAAACrU/eoEG5B2YQ64/s72-c/Fishing+trip+1+2010+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-1418549559549383553</id><published>2010-03-17T17:01:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:25.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Why God?  My attempt to answer Dan's question</title><content type='html'>I received this comment yesterday on my previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I don't understand this undying love for Jesus... Is it something people choose to believe in because they need hope in their lives? As though they don't believe enough in themselves that they can do things on their own/with the help of a tangible being (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;- a friend, family member, etc..)?It's an honest question, so don't tear me up over it, but what is the reason that people go to god in their lives? Can't they just be good people in their own eyes and not need a higher power suggesting they do so or get thrown down to (you know where)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so thankful for this question. Thank you for your courage and honesty Dan, and this blog will always be a safe place to ask those questions. Please forgive me because my reply will not be a great theological answer on the "Case for Christ". But, I would love to share my "God-story" with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I grew up knowing there was a God, but I didn't have a relationship with Him. I saw Him as a judge on a thrown who would love to squash me with His heavenly fly swatter every time I did something wrong. (And if you read the G-rated version of my testimony &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-things-about-me.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, you would know I was afraid of being slapped quite often;). I also grew up not liking Christians. I saw them every Sunday going to church, and then not living any differently from me Monday through Saturday. They complained. They were miserable. Some of them were mean. They looked down on me for not going to church every Sunday. In my mind they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To get back to your question, at that time in my life, I actually had a lot of hope in myself. I believed if I worked hard enough and studied hard enough I would be happy. I believed my level of accomplishments equated to my level of worth. I thought making good grades at a good college, getting a good internship, and stepping into a big-time career with a big salary would make me happy, secure, and content. I accomplished everything I set out to accomplish and more. I jumped through every hoop and chased every carrot the world dangled in front of me, but every time I accomplished another goal, &lt;strong&gt;the joy was short lived&lt;/strong&gt;. The emptiness would creep back into my heart. I remember being so frustrated with myself when the feeling of "needing and wanting more" would return, because&lt;strong&gt; "I"&lt;/strong&gt; COULD NOT make it go away. That was the one thing "I" could not fix. I felt like something was wrong with "me". Why wasn't "I" enough for myself? "I" was doing all I could, and still I couldn't hang onto any lasting peace. I always needed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had wonderful people in my life. I have great, loving, encouraging parents. I had sweet, loyal, fun friends. I even had a really sweet boyfriend my first two years at A&amp;amp;M, but after our break-up, I realized I had a serious problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was hateful.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was impossible to satisfy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; myself for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know what I wanted more than anything in the whole world? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;be loved&lt;/strong&gt;. I had a desire to rest in the security of unconditional love. My parents love wasn't enough. My friends companionship wasn't enough. Even the love of a boy wasn't enough. I just kept thinking, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anybody knew the "real me", they wouldn't love me anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If they knew my fears, my dark ugly thoughts, or the past mistakes I kept hidden, they would all leave me." At the same time, I also had a desire to be fully KNOWN, inside and out. I was constantly trying to fill the hole that was inside of my heart. I craved &lt;strong&gt;WHOLENESS.&lt;/strong&gt; Relationships and accomplishments where not filling the spot. Sure I would be happy and at peace for awhile, but eventually the "high" would wear off. Then I'd find myself back at square one again, wanting and needing to be more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The summer after the bad break-up, I started searching for something to make the emptiness go away. I had everything in life going for me. I was never without friends or calls from "suitors", yet I had never known such lonliness. On the outside I looked bright and shiny, but on the inside I was so unsettled. I started wondering if love and true happiness were even attainable anymore? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I started noticing married couples who were REALLY in-love. The reason I mention that is because I was surprised to find the common denominator between them was their love for God. I was surprised by their joy and peace because they were different from the Christians I knew growing-up. I'd hear them talking about their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;relationship with God, not their religion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Over the next two years, God started whooing me into a relationship with Him. I started reading a book called, The Purpose Driven Life. Then in September of 2000, I met Ronnie. He was a Christian, and God started using him to break down all the misconceptions I had about a relationship with God. We married in May of 2002, and God continued placing friends and co-workers in my life who testified to me about His love and not His judgement. But I still would not surrender all my control to God. I had so much hope in MY way, MY plans, MY abilities, and I was unwilling to surrender it. I was a control freak. I was afraid of being vulnerable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in January of 2003, my husband walked out on me. He couldn't take the pressure anymore. I expected him to be my everything. I had placed him in a relational pressure cooker. I needed him to make me happy, read my mind, and meet all my emotional needs. I wanted him to be "the man" in our relationship, yet I wanted him to be at my beck and call. Ronnie couldn't convince me he loved me because I didn't love myself. I felt so unworthy of love. My insecurity was too much for him. He couldn't take it, and he left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was the night I hit my knees and told God, "my way" wasn't working. I was tired of doing it my way. I was tired of depending on other people to fill me up. I was tired of always wanting and needing more. I was tired of the restlessness. I was tired of the emptiness. I was tired of being a victim to the circumstances in my life. I hit my knees and told God to take it all. I surrendered it all to Him. That was the moment I was born-again. That was the moment I experience the Living God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, I had always known Jesus died for my sins, but that night I allowed Him to become Lord of my life. You see, Dan, God knows &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. He created me. He knit me together in my mother's womb. He watched me make every disgusting mistake in my life. He has heard my ugly thoughts. He knows every fear, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;AND HE STILL LOVES ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves me so much, He would have sent His only Son to die, even if I was the only one who needed saving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is REAL LOVE, Unconditional Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The exciting thing I want to tell you, Dan, is He loves you that much too!!! Your question on this blog was not a coincidence. God is whooing you. He is calling you into a relationship with Him. It has nothing to do with being good. God, the Father, sent His Son to die for us when we were all covered in sin. Jesus, who is all powerful, took on human flesh. He was beaten and spit on by the very children He came to save. He didn't do it so we could have a religion or to force us to be good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He did it all because He desires a loving relationship with us. He desires a relationship with YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surrendered&lt;/span&gt; the hope I had in "my way" and "my ability" and placed it all in Him, I experienced true &lt;strong&gt;WHOLENESS&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in my life. Now I know the emptiness in my life was my "God spot" aching to be filled. He filled it with true lasting peace, real joy, sweet rest, and LOVE. I can't explain it logically because faith cannot be explained to our mind. Faith is confirmed in our spirit. But, I can tell you, Dan, &lt;strong&gt;God is real&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have experienced Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS ALIVE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am fulfilled by His love everyday. My hope in Him is not a wish, but an expectation. He has always comes through. Yes, I still have hard times because I live in a fallen world, but I've never hit rock bottom since the day I gave it to Him because His love shields me. His compassion never fails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS ENOUGH FOR ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His grace and salvation are free and do not hinge on my behavior or performance. Thank God, because I miss the mark&lt;strong&gt; daily.&lt;/strong&gt; My love for Jesus is not about religion, being good, going to church, or staying out of hell. My love for Jesus comes from His AMAZING love for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has freed me to be the person I was created to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times, He was all I had. He has never left me. He has never quit loving me. HIS unconditional love has led to me into security and wholeness like the I have never known. He has redeemed my marriage, restored broken relationships in my life, wiped away every trace of guilt from my past, and taken away fears.  I cannot stop praising His Name because He never stops amazing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to apologize to you, Dan, for every Christian who has hurt you and judged you. I apologize for every time we, as children of God, have acted in ways that do not reflect the One True God. God is LOVE, and sometimes Christians act very unlovely. Please don't let our imperfections and our failures to love like Jesus make you doubt that God is real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have more questions about God, please click &lt;a href="http://www.everystudent.com/menus/forum.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;If you have any questions for me, please feel free to email me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mommy10_19_04@yahoo.com"&gt;mommy10_19_04@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, if you would like to leave a word of encouragement for Dan or other viewers, I urge you to leave a comment about what God has done in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-1418549559549383553?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1418549559549383553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=1418549559549383553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1418549559549383553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1418549559549383553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-god-my-attempt-to-answer-dans.html' title='Why God?  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I love them so much; I feel like I am going to explode sometimes. But I can't protect them from the pain. I can't make their decisions for them. I can't choose the path they will take. That scares the C.R.U.D. out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447869286677290466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5q4QI8pHeI/AAAAAAAACqs/zFsixpDVW00/s400/Mother%27s+Day+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I fear for their safety in this mean world.&lt;br /&gt;I fear for their purity in a society where young men are constantly taunted with images that threaten to create strongholds in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I fear for the shortcomings I have as their mother. I told my mom, nobody gave me a book that tells me the right things to do for my two sons, in my town, in this generation. I am not always the mother they need me to be. I get tired. I am selfish, and sometimes the last thing I want to do some nights is read another bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my biggest fear, the fear that threatens to swallow me whole, is the fear that my boys will grow up and not have a relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;This fear is a the slippery slope that lands me in the pit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my arm pits sweat.&lt;br /&gt;It turns me into a crazy woman who pretends to play the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" game as if I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes me do the "ugly cry" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(you know what I mean ;). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh...I should know better.&lt;/p&gt;Back to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is coming for my first baby to start Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;(Deep sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I would love to home school my boys&lt;br /&gt;(especially when I watch 19 kids and Counting :),&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I am called to teach, and Drew is a social butterfly (that boy has the gift to gab and enjoys a good conversation ;)&lt;br /&gt;Where did he get that from? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I have taught in public schools and in a private school. Before my experience at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christian School, my opinion was, "&lt;em&gt;Public school was good enough for me. It will be good enough for my boys. I turned out alright, and you can't keep your kids sheltered forever&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt; I taught for a year and a half at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I knew God was saying this was &lt;em&gt;a fit for &lt;strong&gt;my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873786156163378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5q8WC0AITI/AAAAAAAACq0/ICFRGbDfxQI/s400/bus.bmp" border="0" /&gt; After 4 years of knowing (I mean I &lt;strong&gt;KNEW in my bones&lt;/strong&gt;) that Drew would attend Kindergarten at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I opened the door to doubt yesterday. It started with some false news that might affect my son's classroom teacher next year, topped off with a little more drama when I asked another parent, "What do you think about _____?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a little side note here...why do we as Christian Mama's feel like we need to ask another Mama, "What do you think?" We have the Holy Spirit living inside of us that leads, guides, and directs us on a path for &lt;strong&gt;OUR CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;. What is right for Drew might not be right for another child. &lt;strong&gt;AND ONLY GOD KNOWS THAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;After listening to a few opinions from different people, my head started spinning. What do I do? Sundown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christian School? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whiteface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Should we build a concrete fort out in no-man's land and home-school them there :)? I was speaking out of both sides of my mouth; I felt anxiety and fear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erupting&lt;/span&gt; inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking and acting like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my son to have the best education, but the most important thing to me is for him to become a godly man. I am more concerned with character than SAT score. I am more concerned with good friends and community than art, music, and athletic programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know from personal experience, graduating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Magna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Laude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Texas A&amp;amp;M on a full scholarship doesn't add up to a hill of beans if you don't have a relationship with Jesus Christ. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying to my friend, Holly, "I want to put Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the best possible environment, so they can make the best decisions possible." Let's be honest, I am almost 30 years old, and if I get around other women who gossip, complain about their husbands, talk trashy, etc. it eventually rubs off on me. How can I expect my 5 year old to not be "influenced" when he will be spending more time at school than at home?&lt;br /&gt;I finally got so worked up last night that I vomited all my anxieties on Ronnie and had him worked up by the time dinner rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got quiet enough while I was washing dishes, God spoke to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you trust me Dawn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Do you believe I have good plans for you, Ronnie, Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, God I trust you. I love you, forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;You see, the reality might be we live in an crazy world. The reality might be that I "choose" the wrong school, BUT the TRUTH is only found in God's Word. Our realities can change. Our circumstances can change, but GOD'S Word is the same yesterday, today, AND TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;His Word says He will finish the work He has begun in Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, not 5 minutes later, I received a call from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;administrator&lt;/span&gt; at the Christian school. She offered me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-K position for the 2010-2011 school year. It will be Monday-Friday, 8-12, and I get to be with/near my boys the whole time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is faithful, even when I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read the second to last chapter in Beth Moore's new book, So Long Insecurity. She tells a story about a time in her life when she was overcome with fear and the conversation God had with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447864955616571314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5q0UCfTL7I/AAAAAAAACqk/HaGAfLkWFZU/s400/beth.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child (Beth), tell me your worst fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;As she poured her heart out to Him, she expected to hear Him tell her none of it would ever happen, but instead He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's say those things happen...picture yourself going through the whole process of one of your worst fears becoming a reality. Get all the way to the other side of if. What do you see there? What then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beth goes on to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I figured out what God was after. He and I both knew what I would do. I would be devastated at first...But I knew that finally I'd go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;face down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before God just as I have a hundred other times, accept His grace and mercy, believe Him to take up my cause and work it ALL TOGETHER FOR GOOD, and then I would get up and &lt;strong&gt;choose to live&lt;/strong&gt;...It was as if He (God) said, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As long as you're going to borrow trouble on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, why don't you just go ahead and borrow the grace to go with it and see yourself back up on your feet defying the enemy's odds...just as you and I have done a dozen other times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I felt like I had a V8 moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this world Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are going to stumble. They are going to make mistakes, suffer pain and rejection, fall short of the glory of God, take the bumpy road, and disappoint Ronnie and me. It will probably happen many times, but in 2 Cor 4:7-8 it says it is through all our cracks and imperfections that the greatness of God's faithfulness shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; might not always have the "best teacher", "best youth leader", "best coach", "best school", but it will be in the valleys where they will grow closer to God. It is through the trials that they will develop character, compassion, thankfulness, empathy, patience, endurance, and self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I had to ask myself, "Do I trust God? Do I believe His Word is true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, if my biggest fears come to pass and they decide to say, "No," to a relationship with the Lord. I will, like Beth Moore, be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DEVASTATED&lt;/span&gt;, but I know the power of my Jesus. When I get face to face with Him, the tidal waves of pain and sorrow never hit with the full force of the storm. He holds them back. He lifts my head, and I continue to walk in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;magnificence&lt;/span&gt; of His grace and His love. I know this because I have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a reality in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the interesting thing is?&lt;br /&gt;If I would have never experienced pain, regret, shame, loss, or rejection I would not have the intimate relationship with my Mighty God. I would not know Him as my Hero!&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want to keep my boys from knowing Him in this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth goes on to say, so many times we are asking ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"What will I do if...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we need to ask the following,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"What will God do if...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word answers that He will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect everything that concerns you (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 138:8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work all things together for your good (Rom 8:28)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fight this battle for you (2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 20:15)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;equip you with diving power (2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10:4)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet all your needs according to My glorious riches in Christ Jesus (Phil 4:19)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give you grace that is perfectly sufficient (2 Cor 12:9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be your power in weakness (2 Cor 12:9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do immeasurable more than all you could ASK or THINK according to the power that is at work within you (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3:20).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447844133918248514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5qhYDnkjkI/AAAAAAAACqc/7LD0Jf-DNaw/s400/Rainbow+cross" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;As children of God we are called to be different. When others worry, we are suppose to trust. When others fear, we are suppose to stand on the Promises of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess my question to you today is, "What do you fear?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bankruptcy, divorce, death, illness, rejection, failure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let's just say the worst of the worst comes true in your life. What then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have experienced the love and grace of God as your Savior you can say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;"If _________, THEN GOD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say it. "Then God!" Do you feel the peace washing over you? Jesus Christ is the lifter of our heads. His Spirit lives inside of us. When we look through the eyes of faith, fear cannot enslave us. The chains are broken. We are free!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-200243022512819437?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/200243022512819437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=200243022512819437' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/200243022512819437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/200243022512819437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-raised-its-ugly-head.html' title='Fear Raised It&apos;s Ugly Head'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5q4QI8pHeI/AAAAAAAACqs/zFsixpDVW00/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-438913096495864019</id><published>2010-03-08T14:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:19:13.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>I Have A Great Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3ij1nfI/AAAAAAAACqU/yDo_geD2cXs/s1600-h/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, on my way home from a conference, I called to see how Ronnie and the boys were holding up. To my surprise, Drew had leaped over a huge milestone while I was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3ij1nfI/AAAAAAAACqU/yDo_geD2cXs/s1600-h/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446384523358346738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3ij1nfI/AAAAAAAACqU/yDo_geD2cXs/s400/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was incredibly sad that I missed it, but so grateful my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;neighbor, Debbie, caught it on camera for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3HG9qvI/AAAAAAAACqM/e0CEdtjZmFQ/s1600-h/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446384515989482226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3HG9qvI/AAAAAAAACqM/e0CEdtjZmFQ/s400/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we are on the subject of bikes, I have a story.&lt;br /&gt;Last week while the boys were outside riding bikes, Ronnie talked me into riding his bike. I am not much of a "bike-rider".&lt;br /&gt;One reason is because I am so uncoordinated, and the second reason is that I had a really, really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; fall my freshman year at A&amp;amp;M on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I bet those four cute boys are still laughing at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expense&lt;/span&gt;. ;) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx2UwYxnI/AAAAAAAACqE/txDUeJ6PbrY/s1600-h/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446384502473016946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx2UwYxnI/AAAAAAAACqE/txDUeJ6PbrY/s400/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But...&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie talked me into getting on his bike, and taking it for a ride. I was doing great for the first 15 minutes; laughing, racing, and taking in the neighborhood with my two favorite boys.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;I ran over Drew.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you read right...I ran over my son with that silly bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;We were pretending to "crash"&lt;br /&gt;(I mean my boys love tackling, crashing, and anything that has to do with destruction),&lt;br /&gt;and Drew fell off his bike right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go around him.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, my front wheel and I ran right COMPLETELY over his left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;(in front of 6 + of our neighbors I might add)&lt;br /&gt;He cried.&lt;br /&gt;I held back tears.&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up while Ronnie applied the bandages, and we had the following conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Drew, Mama is so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Drew (with big tears running down his face):&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, why did you run over me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, Daddy made me ride his bike, so it's really his fault ;)"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Dad, is it your fault?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie: "No, I think it's your fault Drew. You fell off your bike right in front of Mama's wheel."&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "It can't be my fault Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Because I am the one who is hurt silly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this disqualifies me for the "Mother of the Year".&lt;br /&gt;(Deep sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-438913096495864019?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/438913096495864019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=438913096495864019' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/438913096495864019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/438913096495864019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-great-neighbor.html' title='I Have A Great Neighbor'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S5Vx3ij1nfI/AAAAAAAACqU/yDo_geD2cXs/s72-c/Drew%27s+first+bike+with+no+training+wheels+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-2091072970468122430</id><published>2010-03-02T10:04:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:03:23.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Woman and Guest Blogger: Pastor Daphne Delay</title><content type='html'>I met Mrs. Daphne 3 1/2 years ago on my Walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her personal testimony and love of God's Word was contagious; it was a fire that lit a spark within me. She gave me hope that even though I was saved later in life, it was never too late to know God through His Word. God has used Mrs. Daphne in my life in MIGHTY WAYS through her audio teachings, books, devotionals, conferences, and personal words of encouragement. She will FOREVER be part of my FAITH story, and I thank God for placing this Titus 2 Woman in my life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444089310890108578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S41KYl0bJqI/AAAAAAAACps/_05WoMQqAlM/s320/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here is a little bio I copied off her website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Daphne Delay knows first-hand what unworthiness, guilt, and condemnation can do to a believer. Not being raised in a Christian home, she carried all her insecurities from the world into her walk with God when she was born-again at the age of 21. After several years of struggling as a Christian, God planted her in front of the mirror and told her to tell the girl looking back that she loved her and forgave her. It was then Daphne realized God had not been withholding Himself or His promises from her – she had simply been ignorant of her righteousness in Christ.Through the years, God has developed a gift in Daphne to teach and minister His Word to others concerning righteousness in a simple and easy-to-grasp-and-apply approach. What she once thought was a “Daphne” problem, God revealed it as a “believer” problem – one that can and must be overcome in order to bring in the end-time harvest! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444089317453697986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S41KY-RTk8I/AAAAAAAACp0/EDsPZx-MJRU/s320/daphne_delay.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Mirror Ministries was launched in 2003 by Daphne Delay with the release of her first book, Take A Closer Look, which explains righteousness interwoven with her own testimony. The mission of Mirror Ministries is to spread the message of righteousness to the Body of Christ in order to help believers walk in their God-given authority. Daphne believes one of the biggest hindrances to advancing the Kingdom of God is a lack of understanding by the believer of who they are in Christ.Mirror Ministries is located in Seminole, Texas, where Daphne serves alongside her husband, Tod Delay, who is the Senior Pastor of Family Harvest Church. They have three beautiful children: Emily, Benjamin, and Christopher."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, so you can get a little taste of her writing, here is this week's devotional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROTECT THE BRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness. The very thing that will set us free is often the very thing we withhold the longest. In many ways, I believe it's because we don't understand why forgiveness is so important. In our mind, we think if we forgive it is the same as saying what the other person did was okay. But that's not true. It is never okay to hurt another. Forgiveness is simply God's opportunity to heal our brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave us this instruction: "And whenever you stand praying, if you have ought against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses. But if you do not forgive, neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses" (Mark 11:25-26). The word forgive means to release, let it go, dismiss it, cancel it, and give up resentment. Easier said than done, huh? When we have been deeply wounded by another, it's hard to let it go. Even if we wanted to, our flesh (and broken heart) struggle with the pain of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to understand is that those who choose not to forgive burn the bridge over which they themselves must pass. In the beginning, there was a great valley of separation between God and man. In an act of great love and mercy, God sent His Son Jesus Christ to be the bridge between our separation. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life" (John 3:16). Jesus laid down His life and restored our access to God. "For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus" (1 Timothy 2:5). He became the bridge which crossed the valley of separation and brought forgiveness from God to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444104533800798610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S41YOrlKSZI/AAAAAAAACp8/HYpNYvgweJ8/s320/double-decker-root-bridge.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Jesus declares we must do the same. I must admit, I have wrestled with this at times wondering how God could expect us to be like Him and extend such forgiveness. After all, we are only human, right? But then I thought about it again: when we fail to forgive we burn the bridge over which we ourselves must pass. Jesus is the bridge between me and God. And everything I have need of is in God. In most cases, when I've been hurt and wounded, what I need most is comfort, peace, and healing. Yet when I refuse to forgive, I have burned the bridge which carries comfort, peace, and healing to me. No wonder it remains hard until I relent and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we fail to realize is forgiveness is an act of our will, not a feeling. Sometimes, we must grit our teeth and do it anyway. If we wait until we "feel" like forgiving, we never will. Forgiveness is two parts faith. First, it is faith in God's Word. We forgive because His Word instructs us to do so and we trust that He always has our best interest in mind. Second, forgiveness is faith that someone can change. In the moment, that may be hard to believe but we must remember we are not the person we once were. "And you He made alive, who were dead in trespasses and sins" (Ephesians 2:1). Every person can change through the power of God. No one is without hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jesus said forgive "...that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses," He was referring to our failings and shortcomings. None of us have arrived. I may be the one hurt today, but tomorrow the roles could be reversed and I'm the one who hurt another. In that hour, I will need forgiveness from God and man. David said it well when he declared, "Against You, and You only, have I sinned, and done this evil in Your sight" (Psalm 51: 4). When we hurt another person, we have sinned against God as well. We need His forgiveness lest we find ourselves separated from everything His presence gives us (hope, peace, joy, healing, safety, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, we must understand forgiveness is required for any little thing. That is what the word "ought" means in the original language. "Whenever you stand praying, if you have [any little thing] against anyone, forgive him..." Why? Because those little hurts are like small bombs slowly attacking the bridge you must cross. It's not always the big bomb which destroys the bridge. A small bomb targeted just right can do the same job as a big one. So release it, let it go, dismiss it, cancel it, and give up the resentment. In the end, your act of faith has protected the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...Daphne Delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sign-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirrorministries.org/devotionals/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to receive Daphne's weekly devotions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-2091072970468122430?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2091072970468122430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=2091072970468122430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2091072970468122430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2091072970468122430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/03/titus-2-womenguest-blogger-pastor.html' title='Titus 2 Woman and Guest Blogger: Pastor Daphne Delay'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S41KYl0bJqI/AAAAAAAACps/_05WoMQqAlM/s72-c/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7004514557534281358</id><published>2010-02-24T09:35:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:31:34.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Are you joyful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend I attended a conference in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ceta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canyon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Can't Steal My Joy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was hosted by &lt;a href="http://mirrorministries.org/"&gt;Daphne Delay &lt;/a&gt;and Family Harvest Church! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(play the You Tube video below if you want to hear our theme song by Mandisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went expecting to spend time in God's Presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received a thousand times more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched friends get saved, marriages get restored, girls go to another level with the Lord, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the first session Daphne showed us the number one way to keep our joy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 16:11 AMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You will show me the path of life; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Your presence is fullness of joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;at Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***IN HIS PRESENCE IS FULLNESS OF JOY*** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see joy comes from being in relationship with God, face-to-face with Him. That is why anyone who is legalistic and set on following the rules will never be filled with the full joy of a RELATIONSHIP with God (2 Cor 3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906971326041346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S4WJjtacTQI/AAAAAAAACpM/m2swJQWYVIs/s320/prayer+hands.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy doesn't come from our circumstances or our situation in life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many women, me included, blame others for "stealing our joy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We blame our husbands, our location, our parents, our job, our pants size, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our bank account, even our kids and their busy schedules for robbing us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But in reality, it is our choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We choose to give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some might say, "What do I have to be joyful about. Look at my life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michel, another speaker, posed this question, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If &lt;/strong&gt;all God ever did was to send Jesus to redeem you and restore you into right standing with HIM, wouldn't that be enough to shout for joy for the rest of your days&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is it enough?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is the question I have been asking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8:10 says the joy from what God has done in our lives is our strength, rock, and fortress. How often do we remember what He has done, or are we like ungrateful children who forget the moment the "new" wears off the blessing or gift? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we &lt;strong&gt;choose to allow&lt;/strong&gt; self-pity, ungratefulness, offense, and bitterness get a foot into the door of our thinking we walk outside of God's protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906975074896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S4WJj7YPSnI/AAAAAAAACpU/qztQf0KEVJc/s320/nahum_god.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we stop, sit down, and pitch a tent&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't believe me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just ask the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Israelites&lt;/span&gt; who roamed in the wilderness for 40 years complaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of walking out the 11 day trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Am I walking, or am I hanging out in the tent named&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'poor me'?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; I have been asking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God says we will all endure trials (John 16:33), but He has already won the victory. What matters is how we respond to the trial because our attitude determines how long we stay in the shadow of death. Some people never reach their promise land because they have been walking around the same mountain for many, many years with a bad attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having joy is a choice because God says you can walk through the trial with joy and peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906979230527554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S4WJkK3BMEI/AAAAAAAACpc/jy99zzIgLa4/s320/anxiety.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How we react to problems is suppose to us apart from unbelievers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 24:10 in the MSG says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you fall to pieces in a crisis, there wasn't much to you in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is our strength, not self-pity, it is our victory, not defeat that is the sweet-smelling fragrance that draws in the lost (2 Cor 2:14). It is an attitude of thankfulness, joy, confidence, peace, and love that causes the lost to stop, observe, and say, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want what they have." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Am I living that way? Am I a liability or an asset to the Kingdom of God?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More questions I am asking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just have to step up on a soap box for one minute...I can't hold it in any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep breath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The majority of Christians aren't a sweet-smelling aroma during trials,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;strong&gt; anytime&lt;/strong&gt; for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We murmur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We gossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say that again, WE WORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are filled with bitterness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are ungrateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to keep it real, I thought I was doing okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; being thankful. My mom raised me to always see the glass half full, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always told me to count my blessings when I was upset... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT GOD,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminded me of how many times I put myself down for my flabby, saggy tummy instead of thanking God for the babies that caused it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT GOD,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminded me of how many times I walk in my closet and say, "I have nothing to wear," when my closet is over-flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT GOD,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminded me of how many times I complain about the three (or maybe four=) disgusting hairs now growing out of my chin instead of thanking God for His amazing creation of hormones--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean really, where would women be without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is impossible for me to be JOYFUL if I am not GRATEFUL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Your altitude of influence in the lives of others is directly related to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; of gratitude&lt;/em&gt;" Michel Powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been saved for 8 years. I remember looking at "church-goers" when I wasn't one, and thinking, "I don't want to be anything like those people. They are more unhappy, miserable and dissatisfied than I am." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The church is so big on "bringing in the lost" and "reaching out", but as a whole most churches are not growing (except for member's children and believers coming in from other churches.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, if we, the church, would &lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt; how to become victorious and thankful in our daily walk at home, at work, and at the ball park &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the lost would flock to Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is the #1 problem with the Body of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We lack practical teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lack "how to" preaching? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't hear enough testimonies on how other Christians have over-come through the power and love of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't need another church program.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't need another "trick" to get people in the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441921444144801026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S4WWuI3U5QI/AAAAAAAACpk/i5DWmomWYWE/s320/church+doors.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We need victorious Christians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who KNOW how to forgive those who hurt them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who KNOW how to conquer their thought lives and die to their feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers WHO REALLY believe in the power of prayer (that would take care of all worry;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who KNOW their words hold the power of life and death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who never complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who KNOW their authority in Christ and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EXERCISE&lt;/span&gt; IT, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...wives who respect and adore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; husbands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...mothers who quit whining about their schedules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who have peace during this recession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...believers who smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just asking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is one thing to think I am joyful, but what is really coming out of my mouth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it gratitude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another question I am asking myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the first session, I wrote the following summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God never leaves me (Heb 13:5), so I am always in His Presence(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 16:11) and filled with triumphant joy and ecstatic delight (Jude 24). When the trials come I will remember that I KNOW A GIRL IN CHRIST (2 Cor 12:2). I know what Jesus Christ has done for me the last 8 years (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8:10). I command myself to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, blessed and fortunate (Acts 26:2) because I am face to face with my Redeemer and my Strong Tower." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1I7m9iTN2c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1I7m9iTN2c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE WORLD CAN'T STEAL MY JOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;This video is kind of silly, but I LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7004514557534281358?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7004514557534281358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7004514557534281358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7004514557534281358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7004514557534281358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-joyful.html' title='Are you joyful?'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S4WJjtacTQI/AAAAAAAACpM/m2swJQWYVIs/s72-c/prayer+hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-2830067486065660818</id><published>2010-02-18T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:13:55.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>4 Posts In One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31imGYyNXI/AAAAAAAACpE/-gp9cFVXYow/s1600-h/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Valentine's Day Get-Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572631017190578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S30-fOG3dLI/AAAAAAAACn0/Wn_Xm1gtQvM/s320/us.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Last weekend we with two other couples on our second annual Valentine's Day trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruidoso&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572631955810274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S30-fRmpp-I/AAAAAAAACn8/yUiWiFT7INs/s320/house.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our cabin...the view was AMAZING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys had to haul all the luggage up three levels. Between all the huffing and puffing they kept saying, "Me no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breafe&lt;/span&gt;. Me no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;breafe&lt;/span&gt;." They blamed it on the thin air, but the girls joked it was because they are getting old and out of shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the beginning of a weekend FULL OF LAUGHTER!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572620729284930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S30-enyCeUI/AAAAAAAACnk/rS_VdzQl0nQ/s320/casa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439577551394546866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31C9n8PpLI/AAAAAAAACoE/N_J-Q93hgiM/s320/johnsons1" border="0" /&gt;Cody and Misty Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572622967128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S30-ewHlQrI/AAAAAAAACns/-w9aqdG66rY/s320/crutcher.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Ryan and Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439370593356026258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3yGvFKxEZI/AAAAAAAACnU/22S8DrSiK2c/s320/Valentine%27s+2010-Ruidoso+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt; and Chance (at the end of the table) met us at the steak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;resteraunt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439370582652006818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3yGudSusaI/AAAAAAAACm8/CekEZqGeatk/s320/Valentine%27s+2010-Ruidoso+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We got there Friday around 12, checked-in, and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rummie&lt;/span&gt; until dinner. After dinner we went to the Inn of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mountian&lt;/span&gt; Gods and played a little Black Jack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday the boys went skiing (supposedly it was the best snow they'd ever seen!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls went shopping on Saturday morning after we got pedicures! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612264147940418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31iiLBldEI/AAAAAAAACos/qiWILntPisU/s320/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612331622544754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31imGYyNXI/AAAAAAAACpE/-gp9cFVXYow/s320/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612247288116066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31ihMN482I/AAAAAAAACok/OTK11UV7DDw/s320/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My three new purchases. The jacket was only $13, and I love my two new scarfs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday night we were all tired, so we ordered pizza and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scattegories&lt;/span&gt;. I laughed so hard, I almost...well, let's just say I laughed really hard. Sunday morning we ate at the Log Cabin and headed home where Ronnie and I spent the rest of the night relaxing and eating Chinese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The BIG Purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday we met his mom to get the boys in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Floydada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NONNI&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE AMAZING WEEKEND AWAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then on our way back through Lubbock we bought our first king-sized bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612292412812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31ij0UdLqI/AAAAAAAACo0/JOJ4YDZ4FBE/s320/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612298341478146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31ikKZ9bwI/AAAAAAAACo8/jcTRuVqwvAM/s320/Extra+Valentines%27+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a Simmons Beauty Rest, World-Class with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Visco&lt;/span&gt; top, and unless you have been bed shopping none of that means anything ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got the bed on clearance; it was $1100 off. I bought the bedding at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and it was 50% off. It isn't the "bedding of my dreams", but the price was right ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day Party 2/11/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439590586234228770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31O0WgM0CI/AAAAAAAACoc/NcYaT7e-B10/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My first Valentine's Day present from Drew, two bracelets. I haven't taken them off!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436824139119677346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3N6v75_T6I/AAAAAAAACks/0d92csGCpbw/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew's Valentine's Day party at school was a "dress-up" day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is holding vitamins because it was "v" show-and-tell too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436824128094666498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3N6vS1a_wI/AAAAAAAACkc/2FTpnS6sVHc/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew mixed, cut, and decorated these cookies for his friends all by himself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(except for the oven and icing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436824121703966290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3N6u7BwplI/AAAAAAAACkM/vJRPQL4Qwm4/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997020490271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QX-9MuDPI/AAAAAAAACk0/R8WhnlPJI3A/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; decorated this cookie with M&amp;amp;M's and sprinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436824133739915922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3N6vn3WqpI/AAAAAAAACkk/WbISkdp-yFk/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew's first Valentine's Day cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997024665582578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QX_MwMO_I/AAAAAAAACk8/1U7hAI63V_c/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997040300324482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QYAG_zdoI/AAAAAAAAClU/qJ2zQQkUdns/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew was so excited that Ronnie came to his party. When Ronnie walked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; ran all the way across the room yelling, "Daddy!" Then Ronnie picked him up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; asked, "How was work Daddy?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436824123130967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3N6vAV-9SI/AAAAAAAACkU/QZ6oc_yDasE/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew's teacher, Mrs. Sonya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997028911606882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QX_ckhbGI/AAAAAAAAClE/uOQr_DokVX0/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997035038317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QX_zZPmuI/AAAAAAAAClM/DgYVlbZOLOQ/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The goodies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Monster Truck Rally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;January 31, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436808782406777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3NsyDsUeOI/AAAAAAAACjk/-KB8fkMQWec/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439370596296634258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3yGvQH3L5I/AAAAAAAACnc/I0Lh7nWy0sY/s320/Valentine%27s+2010-Ruidoso+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Crutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437010348222643666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QkGu3u_dI/AAAAAAAACmk/alJgf4K9_1M/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437018755048332354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QrwEvK3EI/AAAAAAAACm0/A4Y-Fw7zVhU/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436808792001030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3NsynbxKYI/AAAAAAAACjs/PsJvSol-pho/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436808798647213970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3NszAMV35I/AAAAAAAACj8/EXFNTlMLw3s/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436808805437217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3NszZfNG0I/AAAAAAAACkE/hKaT95ZGisM/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys loved it...can you tell? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439585906116698178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S31Kj7tOoEI/AAAAAAAACoU/s41ksGQLZ_8/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QkFntbkfI/AAAAAAAACmM/yf1Y9uML8iI/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437010329120510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3QkFntbkfI/AAAAAAAACmM/yf1Y9uML8iI/s320/Valentine%27s+2010+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-2830067486065660818?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2830067486065660818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=2830067486065660818' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2830067486065660818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2830067486065660818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-posts-in-one.html' title='4 Posts In One'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S30-fOG3dLI/AAAAAAAACn0/Wn_Xm1gtQvM/s72-c/us.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8570103532351481962</id><published>2010-02-09T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:50:39.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-8570103532351481962?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8570103532351481962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8570103532351481962' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8570103532351481962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8570103532351481962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-3265176092359868439</id><published>2010-02-09T14:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:34:12.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can go to Holly's blog, click &lt;a href="http://thecrutcherfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, to see pictures of Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; at Cash's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; I posted about this book a few days ago??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436338059714837250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3HAqZA9OwI/AAAAAAAACjc/C3QStgz1CfQ/s320/beth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want to join Beth, 2200+ other women, and me in discussing her new book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Long Insecurity, on-line click &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-long-insecurity-discussion-group.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you'll join us!&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/5363991030785872768-3265176092359868439?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3265176092359868439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=3265176092359868439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3265176092359868439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3265176092359868439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity!!!'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S3HAqZA9OwI/AAAAAAAACjc/C3QStgz1CfQ/s72-c/beth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-1329765360815931775</id><published>2010-02-03T12:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:10:26.936-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of babes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversation at lunch with Drew as the rain is POURING down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434093947448354818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2nHp3XCaAI/AAAAAAAACjU/_WJWIzLsEe8/s320/umbrella2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Sorry we didn't have an umbrella for school today Drew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at my hair, it's a mess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, the rain is coming down...we won't be able to play with Eva today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; is?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll have to buy another...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drew: Mom, don't you remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God says to be thankful in everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thes&lt;/span&gt;. 5:18)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: Good Word Drew!!! Preach it little buddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-1329765360815931775?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1329765360815931775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=1329765360815931775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1329765360815931775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1329765360815931775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouth of babes...'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2nHp3XCaAI/AAAAAAAACjU/_WJWIzLsEe8/s72-c/umbrella2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4596626813994606942</id><published>2010-02-02T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:06:21.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New book on my list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2iD2e36MNI/AAAAAAAACjM/PkH881NSDhE/s1600-h/beth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433737922446242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2iD2e36MNI/AAAAAAAACjM/PkH881NSDhE/s320/beth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go&lt;a href="http://www.solonginsecurity.com/http://"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;to read more about the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/FirstChapters/978-1-4143-3472-1.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the first chapter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to buy it today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Beth!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4596626813994606942?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4596626813994606942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4596626813994606942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4596626813994606942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4596626813994606942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-book-on-my-list.html' title='New book on my list'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2iD2e36MNI/AAAAAAAACjM/PkH881NSDhE/s72-c/beth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-6827018170252446131</id><published>2010-01-30T13:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:33:04.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I would spend the weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ceta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canyon (near Happy, Texas) at a women's retreat, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432618528362462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2SJxK8_-zI/AAAAAAAACi8/ZE55-pZy0Ck/s320/Chelsea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a snow/ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt; hit Thursday morning. So I spent two days in the house with my two boys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spent most of his time doing puzzles (his new "thing"), and Drew showed me how to figure out if a number is even or odd (a new skill learned at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-school). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We cuddled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We watched movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We played games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good stuff....especially because the conference is going to be rescheduled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought last weekend we'd spend the majority of our time home relaxing, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432620862873266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2SL5Drv6kI/AAAAAAAACjE/KuTWRNHQ7hg/s320/Alvin.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ended up taking the boys to see The Chipmunk movie, eating at Joe's Crab Shack, and bed shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh...bed shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I need another degree just to figure out what bed is "best". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a queen size bed right now, and it's time for a K.I.N.G! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody know what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you have any tips on finding the perfect bed (under $2,000), leave me a comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday we went to church at Second Baptist, took a nap, and I woke-up to the strangest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ronnie doing the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man does a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pays all the bills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can fix ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gives the kids baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does all the yard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He vacuums, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never in our 10+ years of knowing each other have I ever seen him do the dishes. Strange things are happening...never a dull moment, and I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday evening, we went back to church for the couple's Bible Study on the Secrets of the Vine. We went to Lubbock after church let out to get some kind of toilet part to fix our bathroom potty (like I said, my man can fix ANYTHING). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew requested "green sauce", so we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ole' in the booth next to Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tech's&lt;/span&gt; new football coach, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuberville&lt;/span&gt;. Not that big of a deal for this Aggie girl, but I threw that in there for all my Red Raider readers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished the DVD/book series, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The True You: Reclaiming Health and Wholeness for your Mind, Body, and Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit, the information presented is still swirling around in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just don't hear much Biblical teaching on wholeness in your body and wholeness in your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like most women have either emotional or physical issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you imagine what a witness Christian women could be to the world if we were healthy physically and emotionally??!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just saying...hmmm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beth Moore, one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;presenters&lt;/span&gt;, had us draw a triangle on our paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the top of the triangle she asked us to write "spirit". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the bottom, we were to write "body" and "soul" on each end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went on to say that we are a three-part being, body, soul, and spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If any of those three areas are not whole/healthy, or if we allow ourselves to become carnally-minded with our body or our soul taking the place as "boss" at the top of our "triangle", we will not be whole. We will not be able to live the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoe&lt;/span&gt;, abundant life, Jesus died and rose again to give us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 5:23 in the Messages says, "May God himself, the God who makes everything holy and whole, make you holy and whole, put you together—spirit, soul, and body—and keep you fit for the coming of our Master, Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much more to say, but I need to go get dressed for the Monster Truck Rally tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-6827018170252446131?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6827018170252446131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=6827018170252446131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6827018170252446131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6827018170252446131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-what-i-thought.html' title='Not what I thought...'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S2SJxK8_-zI/AAAAAAAACi8/ZE55-pZy0Ck/s72-c/Chelsea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7805270958194584703</id><published>2010-01-19T09:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:45:21.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Short As Possible</title><content type='html'>My Weekend in as few words as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday - conference with Drew's teacher (he's doing great) &amp;amp; girl's night-out: 4 girlfriends, Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carinos&lt;/span&gt;, laughs, and the new movie, Lovely Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saturday - time alone to clean house (so enjoyable &amp;amp; relaxing), grilling burgers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Tennis, bike rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday - River of Life Fellowship (possibly our new church home?), fajitas on the grill, Cowboy football :(, the Season Premiere of 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Monday - 3-day weekend, ironing, reading, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;place mats&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;, left-overs, no make-up, more 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Today- 2 miles, babysitting Cash, making Nana Jo's banana pudding, naps, Emmaus Community meeting in Brownfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been reading &lt;a href="http://www.thejabezway.com/book.php"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Gift-in-You/Caroline-Leaf-PhD/e/9780981956732"&gt;this book &lt;/a&gt;. I think the second book will be incredibly valuable with mothering two boys and teaching (when I do go back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't wait until next weekend!!! I'm heading to Ceta Canyon for the "Can't Steal My Joy" Women's Conference 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been walking at 6 every morning for the last 2 weeks (averaging 3 miles) and &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=Jillian+Micheals+30+day+shred&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=13957019723249466887&amp;amp;ei=-tJVS_GVHsq0tgfd64i6CQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=product_catalog_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ved=0CBwQ8wIwAw#ps-sellers"&gt;will be doing this &lt;/a&gt;for the next 30 days...yikes I am already sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.moorelife.org/mlmindex.php"&gt;This is my new favorite preacher/teacher&lt;/a&gt;. His teaching on &lt;a href="http://www.moorelife.org/listseries.php?archive_index=ThanksgivingVictory.txt&amp;amp;filetype=vod&amp;amp;seriestitle=1403%20-%20Thanksgiving%20Victory"&gt;being thankful &lt;/a&gt;is incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt;. He has challenged me to quit talking about three things: what I don't have, what I don't know, and what I can't do. It has been hard...I didn't realize what was coming out of my mouth. To see some of more of his food for thought go &lt;a href="http://www.moorelife.org/pdf/ThanksgivingVictoryQuotes.pdf"&gt;HERE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story:&lt;br /&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; were in the tub, and I heard some splashing. I went in there and saw red on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; back. They were probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wrestling&lt;/span&gt;, but honestly who knows??? The following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; took place:&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Drew, what happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; back?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Maybe it was the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No.  It wasn't the sun, because it has been cloudy all day."&lt;br /&gt;Drew (now rubbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; back): "Well mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is covered in the blood of Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well yes he is, but did you slap his back."&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Yes I did."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7805270958194584703?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7805270958194584703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7805270958194584703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7805270958194584703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7805270958194584703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-as-possible.html' title='Short As Possible'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-6868414196943365176</id><published>2010-01-05T08:52:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:11:01.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Lots of pictures and a few laughs too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before Christmas fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287288661296402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjDiOMRRI/AAAAAAAACdc/OvWNQQA_6bI/s320/Christmas+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was actually my first time to make gingerbread houses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287295413794322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjD7YHNhI/AAAAAAAACdk/v61_6LuuI8o/s320/Christmas+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423355355843787570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Og9kPH-zI/AAAAAAAACg8/yZGyrmeTMd0/s320/Christmas+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;CRUNCH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423355357474905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Og9qUA3AI/AAAAAAAAChE/2caoG3FA_zY/s320/Christmas+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One of our family traditions is every year the boys and I decorate sugar cookies. This year I laid out the icing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sprinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and let them do whatever they wanted to do. You can see Drew really enjoyed his creative freedom, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to lick the icing and eat the sprinkles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287275244084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjCwPR3uI/AAAAAAAACdE/mJ2Ujezi1qE/s320/Christmas+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423363975722287554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OozTyTwcI/AAAAAAAAChs/dp2RaFI5Ylc/s320/Christmas+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We pretended the 23rd was Christmas Eve because we wanted to get down to my mom's by the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. After we made a birthday cake for Jesus, we ate dinner and opened gifts. Another tradition we have is on Christmas Eve the boys get Christmas PJ's and a board game. After we played the game, I Spy, we loaded up in Ronnie's truck in our Christmas "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" to go look at Christmas lights. The snow started to fall, and Drew said, "This is the best day ever!" The boys agreed to quickly go to bed after we got home, and about 10 minutes later they heard Santa (a.k.a. our neighbor, Royce) saying, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" outside the window with sleigh bells ringing. We woke up to 5 inches of snow on the ground the next morning. Our travel plans to Austin were delayed for a few hours, so the boys could play in the snow. (We don't get that much snow in West Texas very often!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423355351502825858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Og9UEKKYI/AAAAAAAACg0/CfsLyN8yhfY/s320/Christmas+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423352143557294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OeCliV-fI/AAAAAAAACgs/q33l4GMrnew/s320/Christmas+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287285549369986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjDWoQCoI/AAAAAAAACdU/_D_tVJBsjM0/s320/Christmas+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287281470626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjDHbzXBI/AAAAAAAACdM/XcoV4umL464/s320/Christmas+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423291171209181138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Nmlh1vd9I/AAAAAAAACds/OelAJ0EVTq4/s320/Christmas+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After a 10 1/2 hour car ride with two boys, the puppy, and a car load full of "stuff", we were SO relieved to see Nana and Pop's house. Of course, we had to open gifts first thing. Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got baseball gear and bounce-back racers from mom and dad. My brother, Chad, got them a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mom, Chad, Ronnie, and I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tennis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; the next day. It was so much fun, and we got so "into the game". Chad is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt;; when I looked back at him during one of the games I saw he was dripping with sweat. Ronnie told him he needed to get a head band. Then I got a mental picture of Chad playing Wii in his full tennis gear and could not quit laughing!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423291175684914370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Nmlyg1vMI/AAAAAAAACd0/u5qctlVvTIs/s320/Christmas+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bounce-back Racers...great gift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308134961865970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0N2A8vjZPI/AAAAAAAACeU/l-4QfH8u_2A/s320/Christmas+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then on Sunday we went to church with my grandparents, Nana Jo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bill, and twin cousins, Cayla and Cole. After church everyone gathered at Nana Jo's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was an &lt;strong&gt;incredibly sweet day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the party, Ronnie helped my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fix his tractor, and the boys watched twin goats being born. It was fun &lt;em&gt;and educational&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved Nana Jo's house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423337265155700626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OQgjK-d5I/AAAAAAAACgE/L1CXiNV9dH0/s320/Christmas+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308159038162818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0N2CWbyh4I/AAAAAAAACe0/GDMZyi_ag3g/s320/Christmas+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Cole, and Cayla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423291181881916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NmmJmUeyI/AAAAAAAACd8/W5hRDVEH8yk/s320/Christmas+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423355363557828626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Og-A-S6BI/AAAAAAAAChU/-xuHyu7W4B0/s320/Christmas+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his new red tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423352124110087682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OeBdFxJgI/AAAAAAAACgM/kpUCco9vb3M/s320/Christmas+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bill, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423352137412253298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OeCOpQFnI/AAAAAAAACgc/lEUuiCNyhm8/s320/Christmas+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Nana Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423328997587347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OI_UFE57I/AAAAAAAACfM/3EjaVyiBAQs/s320/Christmas+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chad, Drew, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423328991017193042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OI-7moTlI/AAAAAAAACe8/pgUn37WeC3U/s320/Christmas+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;CHEESE!!! I L.O.V.E this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308139524565298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0N2BNvYqTI/AAAAAAAACec/8dx5LjBDBYQ/s320/Christmas+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't believe my baby boy turned 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308147227790146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0N2Bqb-i0I/AAAAAAAACek/E011R60DhdI/s320/Christmas+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He loved the ice-cream cake Nana bought for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423328994461975650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OI_Ib7hGI/AAAAAAAACfE/vCWhxtdgyDE/s320/Christmas+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't laugh at the drool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime it takes wind and water to put out a fire. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423337252846488130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OQf1UOykI/AAAAAAAACf0/t3VXLHqb6RA/s320/Christmas+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wooden puzzles from Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423337244521983394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OQfWTg7aI/AAAAAAAACfk/AzNXr8xE2-Q/s320/Christmas+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423329009525332914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0OJAAjUG7I/AAAAAAAACfc/1_kkreY3xck/s320/Christmas+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tools from Cayla and Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423363970018232562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0Ooy-iWyPI/AAAAAAAAChc/igsOpJV0yiE/s320/Christmas+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think the three best Christmas gifts I got this year are the new PJ's and post-it note holder from my mom, and new work-out clothes from Ronnie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey, it's the little things in life, right!!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, my favorite Christmas gift ever is this quilt my Nana made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is BEAUTIFUL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She made my brother and cousin, Aaron, memory quilts with pictures. They are amazing!!! My brother even teared-up a little. She is incredibly talented and one of the most giving women I have ever known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to share a few Christmas stories that might make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #1&lt;br /&gt;Drew loves anything sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He ate A LOT of Christmas cookies, and after we got home from my mom's he came into the living room that night with his hands on his hips and a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's wrong Drew?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Mom, here's the deal. No more cookies at Christmas because I have bad diarrhea."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and I couldn't quit laughing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got a S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;piderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; watch from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him a few days ago, "What time is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his watch, looked at me with a serious face, and said,&lt;br /&gt;"This is the day the Lord has made."&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #3&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find Drew the other night after supper. I looked outside.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in his room.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I walked&lt;/span&gt; into his bathroom to find him brushing Eva's, our new puppy, teeth&lt;br /&gt;with MY NEW TOOTHBRUSH. I guess nothing is off limits in this house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #4&lt;br /&gt;We were bowling on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bowled a strike, turned around and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh SNAP!"&lt;br /&gt;(FYI - "Snap" is the new word for "cool"...or at least I think it is ;)! Kade and Drew picked it up from the movie, Bolt!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-6868414196943365176?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6868414196943365176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=6868414196943365176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6868414196943365176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6868414196943365176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/lots-of-pictures-and-few-laughs-too.html' title='Lots of pictures and a few laughs too!'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/S0NjDiOMRRI/AAAAAAAACdc/OvWNQQA_6bI/s72-c/Christmas+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4633747274161037523</id><published>2009-12-16T09:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:30:33.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Top Ten List for 2009-Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy 2010 from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Texas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687681912713186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhjQM7dr-I/AAAAAAAACbU/WkcUuqt4WW0/s400/Both+boys.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Our friend Debbie took these pictures of Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She amazes me; they look great on our Christmas card. You can check out her work, &lt;a href="http://debbieblackshearphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416597323907991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyuekVbeCZI/AAAAAAAACcE/xcBY2rSpWJE/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416605936133735474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyumZoeGBDI/AAAAAAAACcM/O41z8GkUsIc/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416613936559487730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyutrUYO-vI/AAAAAAAACcU/JQqjRYZagvI/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416637245699368018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyvC4FsPpFI/AAAAAAAACc0/GsxIr_nt-Jk/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416637242276727890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyvC348OTFI/AAAAAAAACcs/nSwQLSuOJog/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416644395770242658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyvJYRx-5mI/AAAAAAAACc8/QCth7Nq4Vt8/s320/Deb%27s+Pictures+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sygh6fpT2RI/AAAAAAAACWs/x-uQrtKHZdw/s1600-h/laughing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415615840723917074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sygh6fpT2RI/AAAAAAAACWs/x-uQrtKHZdw/s320/laughing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Jenkins’Top Ten List for 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Most our "&lt;strong&gt;top 10 things&lt;/strong&gt;" are linked back to the original post from my blog this year. If you'd like to read more, just click on the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;red word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10) We had a blast on our &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovin-camping.html"&gt;camping/fishing trips &lt;/a&gt;to the &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/06/quartz-mountains.html"&gt;Quartz Mountains &lt;/a&gt;in Oklahoma. Drew caught two Walleye &amp;amp; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Striper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fish on his red racer fishing pole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415648563057037506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg_rL1ekMI/AAAAAAAACYs/L0NF8dYqjIo/s320/Quartz+Moutains+June+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415648565490982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg_rU5xnPI/AAAAAAAACY0/1P2E9hklPzY/s320/Quartz+Moutains+June+09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415658275598734002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhIgh33krI/AAAAAAAACaE/0-exUg6K9NE/s320/fIRST+CAMPING+TRIP+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415658273293563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhIgZSRd1I/AAAAAAAACZ8/cw21_rbSJ5o/s320/fIRST+CAMPING+TRIP+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663996709027682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhNtiq2v2I/AAAAAAAACa8/djDNEIA0Wko/s320/fishing+in+April+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663992721791506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhNtT0OWhI/AAAAAAAACa0/BJZ20K8ddQQ/s320/April+Day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #9) We loved our &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-vacation-part-one.html"&gt;vacation to Sea World San Antonio&lt;/a&gt;, the Zoo, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-posts-in-one-day-vacationtake-two.html"&gt;Sonora caverns&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640631178855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg4dfSWgoI/AAAAAAAACYc/FzL3ZYxCqJ0/s320/Sea+world+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640622886562914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg4dAZULGI/AAAAAAAACYU/XaUA04NkgZU/s320/Sea+world+2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640616892418466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg4cqEMyaI/AAAAAAAACYE/7680NyuVhGI/s320/Sea+world+2009+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640609760813922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg4cPf5I2I/AAAAAAAACX8/xDtHRziP41c/s320/Sea+world+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #8) The boys enjoyed their first ever drive-in movie and &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-hear-that.html"&gt;Monster Truck Rally&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651865866697282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhCrbwqekI/AAAAAAAACZU/drxtb9kmsjg/s320/monstor+truck+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #7) Drew started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-K at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Levelland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christian School. With Drew at School on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MWF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mornings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I are enjoying our time alone. At least once a week we go to Lubbock to shop, play, and go out to eat (we call it our “date”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415658270191248978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhIgNun5lI/AAAAAAAACZ0/kgjCsVN9r6o/s320/first+day+of+school2+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/08/andrew-ryans-big-day.html"&gt;Drew's first day of school&lt;/a&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6) Ronnie &amp;amp; I were able to get away twice this year. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/02/healing-love-and-friends-in-ruidoso.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ruidoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Valentine’s Day with 3 other couples. In August we traveled to College Station to watch the first Aggie game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415648557987436450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg_q48yl6I/AAAAAAAACYk/yiazvv_cdVw/s320/Ruidoso+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663979453978066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhNsiY7ldI/AAAAAAAACac/agsqejPMg1c/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; #5) Speaking of football, how sweet it was to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beat the Red Raiders this year. Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4) The high light of Ronnie’s year was the 8 lb. Bass he caught at Lake Allen Henry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687047687114498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhirSQTDwI/AAAAAAAACbM/rEBMojRN9oE/s320/fish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3) I loved being able to work a Walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this year in Stanton. I also went on a girl’s trip to Oklahoma City for the &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-amazing-weekend.html"&gt;Deeper Still Conference with Beth Moore.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667378107505954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhQyXXE3SI/AAAAAAAACbE/J8WunM6EW34/s320/Picture+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; #2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; potty trained in the spring, so we bought him a new bike (some may call that a bribe, but whatever ;) Ha! The boys and I have spent many, many hours &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/puddles.html"&gt;riding bikes &lt;/a&gt;in the cotton fields behind our house. To read a story about the boys, click&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-day.html"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663989376654514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhNtHWrnLI/AAAAAAAACas/RbVH4eWDGP8/s320/April+Day+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663987136516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhNs_Al0oI/AAAAAAAACak/Qla2LIG3fFY/s320/April+Day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415648575164557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Syg_r48IqXI/AAAAAAAACZE/5um0cXBsBxE/s320/New+Bike+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think it is my favorite part of the entire day (except bedtime…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415633930029290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SygyXbjy0nI/AAAAAAAACX0/H2q0q2Lxwkc/s320/sweet+sleep+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;#1) The holidays get more exciting as the boys get older (&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-5th-birthday-drew-ryan.html"&gt;Drew just turned 5&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be 3 in January...to read the CUTEST story about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, click &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/kade.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. To read a cute story about Drew, click &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/06/drews-story.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.) The boys dress-up like &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html"&gt;cowboys for Halloween&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; we actually had a huge pumpkin vine behind our house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651868848084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhCrm3e1VI/AAAAAAAACZc/zCYleVjkvb4/s320/Halloween+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651875516361026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhCr_tUqUI/AAAAAAAACZk/o2bgH7f_HSw/s320/Halloween+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651877840745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhCsIXf9fI/AAAAAAAACZs/04PBHX7yIIE/s320/Halloween+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415633921228294882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SygyW6xeSuI/AAAAAAAACXs/c_3RLhRKikM/s320/the+pumpkin+vine+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/09/pumpkins-and-scarecrows-and-wormsoh-my.html"&gt;This vine put off over 10 pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa came early this year &amp;amp; brought Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Heeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (½ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Heeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ½ Aussie). Her name is Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415658287721069282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhIhPCDuuI/AAAAAAAACaM/5g_oMfXUYYg/s320/Eva+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416616601693300690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyuwGcxpp9I/AAAAAAAACck/_cxth5zHpNQ/s320/Dog+House+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416616595941452514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyuwGHWTauI/AAAAAAAACcc/6kj4rYjL9uk/s320/Dog+House+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(The dog house Ronnie built; it even has a window in the back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song brought me to tears; I pray you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iSivQmzJ_w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iSivQmzJ_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“How many kings, stepped down from their thrones? How many lords have abandoned their homes? How many greats have become the least for me? How many Gods have poured out their hearts to romance a world that has torn all apart? How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; did that for me.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4633747274161037523?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4633747274161037523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4633747274161037523' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4633747274161037523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4633747274161037523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-top-ten-list-for-2009.html' title='Our Top Ten List for 2009-Updated'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SyhjQM7dr-I/AAAAAAAACbU/WkcUuqt4WW0/s72-c/Both+boys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5625934017085884568</id><published>2009-12-08T12:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:33:25.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an AMAZING weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday morning I left for Oklahoma City with my favorite girls...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937110271919522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6dn3FJhaI/AAAAAAAACVM/iCY9dQ4RBVU/s320/okc.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Charla and Belinda. I think the drive there was exactly what I needed. I have had the hardest time lately completing one single thought before my mind jumps to the next thought. It has been so frustrating! So, for over 30 minutes on our drive there, I just stared out the window, relaxed, took a deep breath, and waited for a Word from God. He gave me one (Prov 13:12), restored my hope, and the rest of the weekend was just icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937107469827426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6dnspE_WI/AAAAAAAACVE/Ml6fnt64A60/s320/Picture+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We went to the Deeper Still Conference to see Kay Arthur, Beth Moore, and Priscilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those ladies did just that, took us deeper still into God's Word as we studied His Promises to us. I was SO excited to see Beth Moore (her teachings have helped me in so many ways the last few years), but Priscilla BLEW ME AWAY. Seriously, she was AMAZING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412934515325224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6bQ0JpRpI/AAAAAAAACUU/6lbiMyel7Jc/s320/deeper_still.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cottrell's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; praise band led us during worship. We were ushered into God's Presence during worship songs like "Revelation." We sat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; during Christmas songs. We laughed while Kay, Beth, and Priscilla rapped. We clapped our hands and stomped our feet during the "southern gospel performance" at the end. I wish my mom could have been there with me...she would have LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412934523217246738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6bRRjP-hI/AAAAAAAACUk/_85WeV7s7xY/s320/travis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I cried. I laughed. I sang (loudly and extremely off key ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8047164&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8047164&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8047164"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DeeperStill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oklahoma City&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/richkphoto"&gt;Rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kalonick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in this amazing hotel...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937102143978658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6dnYzS_KI/AAAAAAAACU8/VdXkOLye-dI/s320/renaissance.bmp" border="0" /&gt; in a room like this. I valet parked for the first time, and WOW, that was money well spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412934527760700674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6bRieflQI/AAAAAAAACUs/FYBi7q51VXQ/s320/room.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate here Friday night before the conference. I ate the most amazing Asian Salad, and I drank the best ever vanilla honey latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6bRDq_wYI/AAAAAAAACUc/yVS6AyQ3Ktw/s1600-h/cheesecake_factory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412934519491641730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6bRDq_wYI/AAAAAAAACUc/yVS6AyQ3Ktw/s320/cheesecake_factory.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning Santa came early to bring Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their new puppy, Eva.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011884088075122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx7hoRQJo3I/AAAAAAAACWE/EKZ6FRdYiJE/s320/Eva+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011890292544578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx7hooXaVEI/AAAAAAAACWM/GKNpRf_ISec/s320/Eva+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She hasn't had a moment of rest since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011896837688578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx7hpAv5TQI/AAAAAAAACWU/apnGkhTYtrA/s320/Eva+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is a 9 week-old, Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1/2 Mini Aussie and 1/2 Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011907888846546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx7hpp6sltI/AAAAAAAACWk/Mf3iXrUbRtQ/s320/Eva+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys are in love, and I am a little smitten with her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011902242002642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx7hpU4YltI/AAAAAAAACWc/LZmBnbavCwQ/s320/Eva+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-5625934017085884568?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5625934017085884568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5625934017085884568' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5625934017085884568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5625934017085884568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-amazing-weekend.html' title='What an AMAZING weekend'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sx6dn3FJhaI/AAAAAAAACVM/iCY9dQ4RBVU/s72-c/okc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7809051326455035941</id><published>2009-12-03T08:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:27:15.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling for Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been unsettled the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dissatisfied and restless are good words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just anxious to be alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ALONE WITH GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is that so hard sometimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038650337996242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfe-8tOLdI/AAAAAAAACTs/QIVyt8gVSrw/s320/Stressed-Woman.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Struggling for the noise of my life to quiet down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Struggling to be still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Struggling to quit talking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quit thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Struggling for silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SILENCE in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SILENCE IN MY MIND. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038658274869202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfe_aRhP9I/AAAAAAAACT0/fPIGh6IjQCY/s320/silence.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Struggling, wrestling, mustering up all my strength and &lt;strong&gt;FAILING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Failing to find time to spend with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when I make time, failing to be still and quiet enough to hear from Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once you've been in the TRUE PRESENCE of God there is NO WHERE you would rather be than "THERE" in His Presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO WHERE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have been asking myself, "Self, why aren't you THERE? Why can't you get THERE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tons of excuses come to mind, but I guess it boils down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt; and choices.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever the "reason" is, when I am not "THERE" I am not happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not joyful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not so fun to be around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I just wanted to get back "THERE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This morning I sat down to read God's Word and my mind was so distracted, I started to cry, and God gave me this, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not by might nor by power, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but by my Spirit,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;says the LORD Almighty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The words I have spoken to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;are spirit and they are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt; 4:6, John 6:63)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rolled those verses around in my mind. "Not by your might Dawn, but by My Spirit. My Words are Spirit and they are life to you Dawn." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My problem was diagnosed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The medicine was sitting on the end table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE WORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all of our "holiday activities" I haven't spent enough time with God the last few weeks. The holiday bussle has disrupted my "routine." Zeph 3:17 says it is God's love that quiets my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was starving my spirit man, and Jesus said in Matthew 4:4, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus didn't die to give me religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He died to give me a relationship, and I don't know about you, but I can't have a relationship with anyone if I don't spend &lt;strong&gt;quality time&lt;/strong&gt; listening, talking, and learning about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411049533299804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfo4a5gyqI/AAAAAAAACUM/a93sMvI6z_Q/s320/img-thing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried out for forgiveness. I cried out for Help. I spoke His Word over myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember that even though I screw up DAILY, I am still the "apple of His eye". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I reject him He still "delights over me with singing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just praised Him for those TRUTHS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I praised HIM for loving me even when I give Him every reason not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Immediately, I was &lt;strong&gt;THERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE&lt;/strong&gt; in His Presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind was quiet, and the noise was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to be super-spiritual or have a special call on your life to enter into God's Power or His Presence. God inhabits the praises of His people (Psalm 22:3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this analogy from Lynne Hammond's book, The Master is Calling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411041893616295314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfh7u3BnZI/AAAAAAAACUE/d0FF5EKVqBs/s320/Master.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Just as your city has a huge generator that supplies electricity you can tap into by simply plugging in a cord, God has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; system. His throne is like a huge, spiritual generator from which the river of life flows. (See Rev 22:1.) As we worship we plug into that generator, and power (or life) begins to flow in us. That's why God wants us to worship - not because He needs us to make Him feel good about Himself but because He wants us to plug into His power! You're ALWAYS plugged in somewhere. In fact, you are plugged in something right now. You might be plugged into what your mind is thinking. You might be plugged into your circumstances. If you're sick, you might be plugged into your doctor's diagnosis. But if you want to get the power of God flowing, you'll have to UNPLUG from those places and plug into the throne of God through praise." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038644051687874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfe-lScucI/AAAAAAAACTk/Rh90RDNpLa0/s320/2plug.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind was not just plugged into one thing; it was plugged into one of those power strips. I was plugged into thinking about: Christmas lists, travel plans, a meeting my sister-in-law is having tonight, worrying for my sweet friend's husband, what Fox News was saying about our economy and the Middle East, budgets, outfits, tomorrow, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind was plugged into these things, and I wasn't receiving anything but noise. My mind was running around like a two-year-old jumping on the couch and doing/thinking whatever it wanted to. I needed God's power to strenghten my inner man so I could tell my mind to, "BE QUIET."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's Word tells us how to find peace and satisfaction, but He loves us so much He gives us a free will. It is a choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is my choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isaiah 26:3, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You will guard him and keep him in perfect and constant peace whose mind [both its inclination and its character] is stayed on You, because he commits himself to You, leans on You, and hopes confidently in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***On a side note I heard an interesting definition from John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bevere&lt;/span&gt; - "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Idolatry is what we give our strength to or what we draw our strength from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038661918658786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfe_n2REOI/AAAAAAAACT8/3Xk-Es-pxnE/s320/plug_a.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you plugged into?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7809051326455035941?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7809051326455035941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7809051326455035941' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7809051326455035941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7809051326455035941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/struggling-for-silence.html' title='Struggling for Silence'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sxfe-8tOLdI/AAAAAAAACTs/QIVyt8gVSrw/s72-c/Stressed-Woman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7593422474504611436</id><published>2009-12-01T13:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:46:25.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; watched snow fall for the first time. The boys played in it until their hands got too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the boys told me to write this letter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa,&lt;br /&gt;My name is Drew, and my brother’s name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We want a puppy dog for Christmas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants hay, a red hay baler, dirt, and snow. I want dog toys, dog food, and dog water. We love you- Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410350792189024322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SxVtYVauGEI/AAAAAAAACTc/PnQ6GD75Y0Y/s320/Santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Today, I can finally quit making phone calls and searching Craig's List for Santa. Last night we finalized the plans, and the boys are getting &lt;a href="http://dallas.kijiji.com/dogs-puppies/emory/texas-heelers/?ad=911155"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Drew wants to name her Eva. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants to name her Rice Crispy. Wish "Santa" good luck trying to take care of her for 3 weeks until Christmas. Any volunteers? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am wishing it was Friday. I am going with my sister-in-law and friend, Belinda, to Oklahoma City. I can’t wait to visit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laugh &lt;/span&gt;with the girls, go Christmas shopping, and spend time in God's Presence. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/event/?id=150"&gt;You can check it out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410346983881106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SxVp6qXW5bI/AAAAAAAACTU/l5LYg5M_iWs/s400/deeper_still.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke-up, and while I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fellowshipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with God, I felt dry. I felt like I couldn't break through the veil and step into His Presence; I DON'T LIKE FEELING THAT WAY (especially because I know it is a "feeling" and not the "Truth"). I have been struggling with that "feeling" for the last week. Today God showed me Isaiah 58:11; I prayed it. I clung to it, and God manifested it in my heart this morning.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Lord will guide you (Dawn) continually, giving you (Dawn) water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You (Dawn) will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think you will be blessed if you read what Charla said about worry &lt;a href="http://rcjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-thankful.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7593422474504611436?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7593422474504611436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7593422474504611436' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7593422474504611436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7593422474504611436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SxVtYVauGEI/AAAAAAAACTc/PnQ6GD75Y0Y/s72-c/Santa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7696648092797777138</id><published>2009-11-25T10:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:07:57.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...I mean Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, I haven't been a very good blogger. The holiday bussle started last week with: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the Thanksgiving feast at Drew's school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*a field trip to sing at the nursing home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(isn't it amazing how older people light up when they see a child's face?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*going to the Drive-In to see Blind Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the Scentsy, Uppercase Living, and jewelry party at my friend, Haylee's, house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*baking cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*packing to go to Childress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*trying to figure out how to use my new cell phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*making my Christmas list (and checking it twice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*looking for a Christmas puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*writing my Christmas letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;putting up the Christmas tree. I know it isn't Thanksgiving yet, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078715750872946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a8FGud3I/AAAAAAAACTE/y75rZBIGcKQ/s400/Christmas+Preview+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; have been asking to put up the Christmas tree since Halloween. I gave in Monday morning, and we put it up. By lunch I was kicking myself in the rear for doing it without Ronnie, but Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; excitement made up for my exhaustion. Their favorite part was putting up the ornaments...I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is still "rearranging" them as I type. Ha! Yesterday, we decided to wrap Nana's presents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; wrapped his first, and I told him to go put it under the tree. Drew and I worked on wrapping his, and then I walked with him over to put it under the Christmas tree. I looked, and looked, but couldn't find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; present. I asked him, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; where did you put your present." He pointed to the back yard and said, "Under the trees." Ha!!! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a72fSCOI/AAAAAAAACS8/J8jowQcDudE/s1600/Christmas+Preview+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078711827335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a72fSCOI/AAAAAAAACS8/J8jowQcDudE/s400/Christmas+Preview+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to put something pretty (but cheap) on my coffee table. I rummaged around in my ornaments, picked some cotton, and viola!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a7AIKRuI/AAAAAAAACS0/Muf6vymVhlo/s1600/Christmas+Preview+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078697234843362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a7AIKRuI/AAAAAAAACS0/Muf6vymVhlo/s400/Christmas+Preview+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a6y1lbdI/AAAAAAAACSs/jD9eWlX1IOM/s1600/Christmas+Preview+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078693667270098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a6y1lbdI/AAAAAAAACSs/jD9eWlX1IOM/s400/Christmas+Preview+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7696648092797777138?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7696648092797777138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7696648092797777138' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7696648092797777138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7696648092797777138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/11/merry-christmasi-mean-happy.html' title='Merry Christmas...I mean Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sw1a8FGud3I/AAAAAAAACTE/y75rZBIGcKQ/s72-c/Christmas+Preview+09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-2197429953017317355</id><published>2009-11-13T21:34:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:12:34.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmaus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew&apos;s Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to serve on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the women's walk in Stanton, Texas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering what a Walk to Emmaus is? Click &lt;a href="http://www.lamesadedios.org/"&gt;HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To say, "The walk was amazing," is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Two women gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives to the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearts were healed, relationships were restored, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and freedom was found as God's grace and peace were made real to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His LOVE was tangible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could see it, touch it, smell it, feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is that it isn't about religion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like being around religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt; isn't about following religious rules and putting on your "good girl" face.&lt;br /&gt;It's about getting real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;churched&lt;/span&gt; women" had "pasts" and still struggle "being good" too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I lived A LOT of life before I was saved at the age of 22. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I went on my walk, I needed people to be real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed someone to say I was not too "stained" to become a useful vessel in God's KINGDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt; is about God's love, and His power to set you FREE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free from past mistakes; FREE from present trials.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about GRACE, UPON GRACE, UPON GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is about real women having the courage to testify about what God's love has done in their lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody needs to go on a Walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone &lt;strong&gt;DESERVES&lt;/strong&gt; to go.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got back we heard about &lt;a href="http://www.kcbd.com/Global/story.asp?S=11488191"&gt;Alex's fatal car accident&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I wish I could have uploaded a picture of her, but you can go &lt;a href="http://www.kcbd.com/Global/story.asp?S=11488191"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her beautiful face.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family knew Alex through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kairos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Prison Ministry. You don't usually meet girls like Alex: seventeen years old, on fire for the Lord, talented, beautiful, joyful, funny, smart, and yet she was even more than that. I remember the first time I met her I went up to her mom, Jeanne, and asked, "What have you and Johnny done to raise this girl so well?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not going to lie and say I understand this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't fair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bleeding for her mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT GOD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is still God.&lt;br /&gt;God is who HE says HE IS.&lt;br /&gt;GOD can do what HE says He can do.&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest tragedy during times like this is people asking,&lt;br /&gt;"Why did God take Alex away?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;God did not take Alex&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This was not God's will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(John 10:10 makes this very clear.)&lt;br /&gt;In her father's words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Alex was going down a road her mom and I forbid her to go down. Alex was driving too fast. Alex was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not wearing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;God's love for Alex &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;me is so great that He gives us all a free will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FREEDOM TO MAKE CHOICES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Free will to not follow the laws that keep us safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free will to &lt;strong&gt;choose HIM&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;reject HIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT GOD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But God works all things out for good for those who love HIM, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alex loved God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Romans 8:28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During her funeral today over 800 people joined together to celebrate her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one questioned where she is right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wasn't ashamed of the Good News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over 20 people gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; life to the Lord during this celebration of Alex's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many people do you know who have led 20 people to the Lord in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lifetime? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is already working this tragedy out for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you still don't believe God is real...you should go talk to Alex's mom, Jeanne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know any mother who has the strength to walk in and out of her daughter's funeral with a smile on her face, praising her God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex's mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh...God is real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is MIGHTY to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week I have experienced moments were joy was exploding inside my heart, and moments where grief and sorrow caused so many tears to fall I felt dehydrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT GOD...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But God is stable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is an immovable rock, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when I abide and cling to Him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His grace and love elevate me above "yo-yo Christianity." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The storm's life throws my way are powerless to move me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ups and the downs can't enslave me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't steal my joy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can't cause me to question God's goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you know the TRUTH the TRUTH will set you free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am walking by faith, not by sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I walk by FAITH, I have to remind myself that my feelings don't get a vote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT GOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of Alex's life, I'd like to ask each of you a question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's get real and honest with each other for just a moment, because none of us are promised tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you draw up in your mind the day you gave your entire life to Jesus Christ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James 2:19 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you have faith, for you believe that there is one God. Good for you! Even the demons believe this, and they tremble in terror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Giving your life to Christ is more than knowing ABOUT God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT'S MORE THAN KNOWING THERE IS A "BIG MAN" UPSTAIRS, because God's Word says &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;even the demons believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there is a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you picture the day in your mind where your relationship with Jesus began? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, sitting in a church pew for 20 years does not mean you have a relationship with Jesus.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you picture the very moment when you realized Jesus really loves you? Has there been a moment in your life where you surrendered it all to HIM, and said, "It all for you Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Romans 10:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that when you leave this earth you will be with the Lord?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can, great; please pray for Alex's family right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you can't draw up that picture or have any questions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS NOT TOO LATE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't believe the lie that you can "out sin" God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS SON WOULD HAVE DIED EVEN IF &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please email me at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mommy10_19_04@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mommy10_19_04@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and allow me the privilege of telling you about Alex's God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loves Alex&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He loves you TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 8:28-39, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them...What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything for us... Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?...No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804935428050034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sv4r9UuxDHI/AAAAAAAACSc/Z2IlUwxFo-A/s400/Drew+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew's prayer for Alex's family, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Oh Father God, you are a big God. You are so strong. We don't have to be afraid of that mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' snake. We are the boss of that mean snake, and we tell that snake to leave Alex's mommy and daddy alone. We stomp on him. We say, "Jesus," and that snake has to run away. Oh Father God, thank you for our super power because we are on God's team. We are the winners. Thank you for our muscles. Thank you we don't have to be afraid, because we are on God's team. Help us to kill those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Goliafs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (aka- Goliaths). In Jesus Name, Amen."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-2197429953017317355?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2197429953017317355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=2197429953017317355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2197429953017317355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/2197429953017317355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sv4r9UuxDHI/AAAAAAAACSc/Z2IlUwxFo-A/s72-c/Drew+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5060727025727019213</id><published>2009-10-31T20:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:16:58.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz2atCkBiI/AAAAAAAACSE/6Why_wUYbIQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween from the Jenkins boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; chaps and vests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they amazing? The boys were so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398947738268692610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzqXPRncII/AAAAAAAACOU/1ssrnY4HdsQ/s320/Halloween+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398947738860867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzqXRezTmI/AAAAAAAACOc/nUQzIPXukOE/s320/Halloween+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398947749286868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzqX4UjdUI/AAAAAAAACOs/D1LwqR-aq5w/s320/Halloween+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944374591313266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuznTcmb1XI/AAAAAAAACNs/ABZdB04BDEc/s320/Halloween+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398953475201610066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzvlLBAsVI/AAAAAAAACP0/zcHsj8QTBdM/s320/Halloween+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398953480069183426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzvldJh98I/AAAAAAAACP8/xI0K-WAcThU/s320/Halloween+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956608158024210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzybiMBwhI/AAAAAAAACQU/FDp2lbUYnKM/s320/Halloween+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958333703980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suzz_-WPhJI/AAAAAAAACQs/4Ggof1qIZfY/s320/Halloween+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958336810272402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz0AJ61xpI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KefJFqA529s/s320/Halloween+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958345596507506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz0AqppFXI/AAAAAAAACRM/QpcaxETwBy8/s320/Halloween+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told everyone, "Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloweenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz2akpg3iI/AAAAAAAACR8/obnnWPVFadY/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398960989685210658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz2akpg3iI/AAAAAAAACR8/obnnWPVFadY/s320/Halloween+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; loved &lt;/span&gt;his gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FR7_8pI/AAAAAAAACR0/L1fkCkv8kHY/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959524373590674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FR7_8pI/AAAAAAAACR0/L1fkCkv8kHY/s320/Halloween+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FDBhksI/AAAAAAAACRs/McYejaNf-ZY/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959520370234050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FDBhksI/AAAAAAAACRs/McYejaNf-ZY/s320/Halloween+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom suggested we paint mustaches on the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie painted them on with my eye liner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They turned out so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FL2VTeI/AAAAAAAACRk/EwYAdlBZkAk/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959522739211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1FL2VTeI/AAAAAAAACRk/EwYAdlBZkAk/s320/Halloween+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950925045463890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztQu8Z-1I/AAAAAAAACPU/OCz9Zg-44Tg/s320/Halloween+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950919246338866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztQZVyWzI/AAAAAAAACPM/AkL2MvjI-Jw/s320/Halloween+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was enjoying smiling for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950913216271458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztQC4G1GI/AAAAAAAACPE/JYB2o72ojys/s320/Halloween+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398947744458964946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzqXmVff9I/AAAAAAAACOk/yu4yv5XB9y8/s320/Halloween+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1EwHu_mI/AAAAAAAACRc/I7EWG9hMBH4/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959515296005730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1EwHu_mI/AAAAAAAACRc/I7EWG9hMBH4/s320/Halloween+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958341847273426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz0AcrwT9I/AAAAAAAACQ8/Gwc7Z4GU1Gg/s320/Halloween+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956606410221778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzybbrUaNI/AAAAAAAACQM/7ZG0HaTek64/s320/Halloween+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew was giving all of his candy away to people at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; houses and to the kids that passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956600415346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzybFWB4QI/AAAAAAAACQE/wfI4OnyJBE0/s320/Halloween+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398953474037686354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzvlGrgoFI/AAAAAAAACPs/XNIpyYVK1Ds/s320/Halloween+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398953464618867922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suzvkjl43NI/AAAAAAAACPc/l3wKWG0WsYM/s320/Halloween+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944377887367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuznTo4RoGI/AAAAAAAACN0/WHRTt3PnZeI/s320/Halloween+2009+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew and our neighbor, Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950906576384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztPqJCMOI/AAAAAAAACO0/untLStpKV10/s320/Halloween+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944370105986018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuznTL5DK-I/AAAAAAAACNk/HS77ZHduGLg/s320/Halloween+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Decorating pumpkins was fun and really, really messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1E1cpU2I/AAAAAAAACRU/-sb8h2IzgZk/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959516725891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz1E1cpU2I/AAAAAAAACRU/-sb8h2IzgZk/s320/Halloween+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ronnie's amazing pumpkin he drew and cut free-handed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956609266416306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzybmUSerI/AAAAAAAACQc/RKevXKP6ooQ/s320/Halloween+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My pumpkin. (deep sigh)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz0Af43K9I/AAAAAAAACRE/4UrXXpD2hcE/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958342707555282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Suz0Af43K9I/AAAAAAAACRE/4UrXXpD2hcE/s320/Halloween+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztPwhw8oI/AAAAAAAACO8/wiOqfGS6ksM/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950908290724482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuztPwhw8oI/AAAAAAAACO8/wiOqfGS6ksM/s320/Halloween+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew had Pajama Day Monday at school for Drug Free Week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made these Thomas the Train PJ's for his special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-5060727025727019213?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5060727025727019213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5060727025727019213' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5060727025727019213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5060727025727019213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SuzqXPRncII/AAAAAAAACOU/1ssrnY4HdsQ/s72-c/Halloween+2009+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-6489012773637853552</id><published>2009-10-20T09:33:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:57:41.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Drew Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394722375128362866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3nau9gr3I/AAAAAAAACIU/1VCdT6b2fw4/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yesterday my baby turned 5. It was a little emotional for me. Time is flying by too fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes wish I could freeze the boys at this age because they are so stinkin' fun.  It seems like it was just yesterday (literally) that we brought him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4PvH8BaLI/AAAAAAAACMk/T8Prlu8tlwM/s1600-h/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394759338860690770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4JCTmDPVI/AAAAAAAACLk/GtO09qYV6U4/s320/IM000065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394766712541007106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4PvgsbzQI/AAAAAAAACMs/6ECBNzC5cNk/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394759348941714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4JC5Jjc4I/AAAAAAAACLs/BbMh6_txFqY/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew was born October 19, and he weighed in at a hefty 10 pounds 3 ounces. Dr Rauth asked the nurses to bring the scales into the O.R., so she could weigh him herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394766680321251842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4PtoqpWgI/AAAAAAAACMM/d1qApoHa9KU/s320/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here he is at 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4PuvOFlTI/AAAAAAAACMc/v8n9pMwurpY/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394766699260384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4PuvOFlTI/AAAAAAAACMc/v8n9pMwurpY/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394770199968262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4S6gX4qiI/AAAAAAAACM0/z8Sxtg5haoA/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After church on Sunday, we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt;, Nanny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sich&lt;/span&gt; at Main Event in Lubbock for a family birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733238150289074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3xTC3w1rI/AAAAAAAACJ8/aTlglPrDePM/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Drew's been counting down the days until his birthday since July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394759370274688002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4JEInuzAI/AAAAAAAACL8/l443Wc4i4Sc/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew invited his new "best friend", Nolan, to go bowling with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394741421507868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St34vYQP9wI/AAAAAAAACKE/8JjqThbkP5U/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nolan gave Drew a John Deere Combine. Drew was so excited he could not even speak.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nolan!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394771609797173890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St4UMkZSooI/AAAAAAAACM8/hYpyferD1uk/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys loved bowling (the little boys and the "bigger" boys too =) I didn't know PaPa was such an expert bowler! Pretty impressive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744683749457810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St37tRDQP5I/AAAAAAAACK8/rs-ohgoY37g/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, Drew, and Nolan bowl was cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394741554518993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St343HwkqrI/AAAAAAAACKw/O76PGAsyuKQ/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711667861775506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3drfSOZJI/AAAAAAAACHU/w4ieeUg0XJ8/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thanks for the hay bales and fork Nana and Pops!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394722378330667330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3na64_-UI/AAAAAAAACIc/s5awUWuV0uw/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drew has been asking for this hay baler since last March! We've been "cutting and baling" a lot of carpet around here the last 2 days =) Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711655501448418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3dqxPSxOI/AAAAAAAACHM/oT2kvv3Fz6E/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew's first set of spurs. Thanks Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sich&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711648050614402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3dqVe4EII/AAAAAAAACHE/71PBJDx5vGc/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717362293270658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3i28sfaII/AAAAAAAACHs/ud-4ZcKOBLI/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all went to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Ole' after we bowled. Drew loves thier "green sauce". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt; made him a Wall-E cookie cake! He loved it! Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394741517643566098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St340-YyTBI/AAAAAAAACKY/Q0iENwpPKM8/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717358219575378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3i2thPwFI/AAAAAAAACHk/2MT9ytbYTq8/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711639921493522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3dp3MvhhI/AAAAAAAACG8/XpXZjdf4Ddw/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monday morning was Drew's actual birthday. He requested a "green" biscuit!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717385538402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3i4TSj-UI/AAAAAAAACIE/JHGNB9VsWWw/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I put a few pictures from his actual "birth" day on the kitchen table. He was laughing at the picture Ronnie took of me right before we went in for the C-Section. To say I was "a little" on the large/swollen side is an understatement. Drew thought that was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717375168416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3i3sqKixI/AAAAAAAACH0/BoWmBR2FkzQ/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt;, Nanny, Daddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kader&lt;/span&gt; Taters and I took another Wall-E cookie cake up to Drew's school to celebrate his birthday with his school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711673530287826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3dr0ZtBtI/AAAAAAAACHc/Eb669R2nqxY/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nonni&lt;/span&gt; made party bags for all of Drew's class mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394722363289422242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3naC24yaI/AAAAAAAACIM/O3zKUWbh1ZE/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then after school we ate lunch and headed to Lubbock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew requested we go to the "park where baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; lives". It is the park by Covenant Lakeside where they deliver the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733220888369266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3xSCkM2HI/AAAAAAAACJk/d9LN1frNVdk/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew' s new John Deere boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744750419731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St37xJar5WI/AAAAAAAACLc/Q0sBDctXxuQ/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had a pretty good time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St37vxzMp5I/AAAAAAAACLM/8ikxv5UlKAM/s1600-h/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744726900221842" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3pYrMAvkI/AAAAAAAACJE/DtRiVl_wEhY/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3pX4UEIcI/AAAAAAAACI0/kAoJ9RxyFqY/s1600-h/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724525122527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3pX4UEIcI/AAAAAAAACI0/kAoJ9RxyFqY/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724529414059874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3pYITPt2I/AAAAAAAACI8/cQjYYgYT9Ng/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717378939477314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3i36tQXUI/AAAAAAAACH8/bvjSvzLCmX8/s320/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the park Drew went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Toys 'R&lt;/span&gt; Us and used the birthday money Aunt "T" and Nana Jo gave him to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; Crane, and he used the rest to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; an "I Spy" book. Then we went to eat at Logan's. Drew decided to forgo the meal and just pig out on the hot rolls and butter. I think he ate at least five. He is a boy after my own heart =) Ha! After dinner we headed over to Market Street to get a few groceries, and then we ended the night with frozen custard from Sheridan's. Drew said it was the, "best day ever!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5363991030785872768-6489012773637853552?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6489012773637853552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=6489012773637853552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6489012773637853552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/6489012773637853552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-5th-birthday-drew-ryan.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Drew Ryan!'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/St3nau9gr3I/AAAAAAAACIU/1VCdT6b2fw4/s72-c/Drew%27s+5th+BDAy+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-7611380759843363654</id><published>2009-10-14T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:49:22.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8fSjtPLuBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8fSjtPLuBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-7611380759843363654?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7611380759843363654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=7611380759843363654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7611380759843363654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/7611380759843363654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-i-know.html' title='What do I know?'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-8838591232881300439</id><published>2009-10-12T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:09:26.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One woman's weed is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501173805458882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/StJ1wI7GpcI/AAAAAAAACGc/4U-U7HlRqx8/s320/Kade%27s+flowers+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another woman's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves to pick flowers for me, but I don't know if "pick" is a good word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pulls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up the entire plant up, roots and all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not know what he enjoys the most: hunting the weed (I mean flower =), pulling the flower, or giving me his gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HE is my gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I love you this much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he spread his arms, as far apart as they would stretch, and finished by whispering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you more than all the M&amp;amp;M's and 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shamu's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treasured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A moment I want to bottle-up and save forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few really cute things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***He loves to wear "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jeams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (jeans). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wears them all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(evidence in the picture below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys wanted to take a picture with all the pumpkins from our vine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew is in real PJ's; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dressed himself in "his" version of PJ's =). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501165807327858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/StJ1vrIM2nI/AAAAAAAACGU/3q57k78zNaQ/s320/Kade%27s+flowers+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves to eat M&amp;amp;M's. He and I always get M&amp;amp;M's on Mondays while Drew is at school. When we walk in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mart he starts saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy, happy, happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves the color red:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red pick-ups, red band-aids, red monster trucks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the red plane on "Jay, Jay the Jet Plane, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red shirts, red crayons, and red boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***He loves to ride his bike, and he is incredibly fast for a 2 year-old. It cracks me up when he tries to pop "wheelies" like his daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***He loves horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Lately, he has been pretending (&lt;strong&gt;for hours&lt;/strong&gt;) to be a dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He barks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He crawls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He licks (the licking grosses me out =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***When Kade gets really excited or happy, he dances in a circle and says, "Gooda, gooda, goob eye." None of us have any idea what he is talking about, but we love hearing/seeing him do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I praise you (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God, Creator, THE ONE who gave life it's name&lt;/span&gt;) because (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kade is&lt;/span&gt;) fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 139:14 (Emphasis Mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-8838591232881300439?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8838591232881300439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=8838591232881300439' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8838591232881300439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/8838591232881300439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/kade.html' title='Kade'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/StJ1wI7GpcI/AAAAAAAACGc/4U-U7HlRqx8/s72-c/Kade%27s+flowers+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-1760075095635016940</id><published>2009-10-09T08:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:43:44.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long one, BUT I think it is one of the best revelations God has ever given me!!!</title><content type='html'>Paul showed us what God wants for every believer in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3, Phil 1, and Col 1, also called Paul's Prayers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3:16 - 19 (AMP),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;May He grant you out of the rich treasury of His glory to be strengthened and reinforced with &lt;strong&gt;mighty power in the inner man&lt;/strong&gt; by the [&lt;strong&gt;Holy] Spirit [Himself indwelling your innermost being and personality].&lt;/strong&gt; May Christ through your faith [actually] &lt;strong&gt;dwell (settle down, abide, make His permanent home) in your hearts&lt;/strong&gt;! May you be rooted deep in love and founded securely on love, That you may have the power and be strong to apprehend and grasp with all the saints [God's devoted people, the &lt;strong&gt;experience of that love&lt;/strong&gt;] what is the breadth and length and height and depth [of it]; [That you may really come] to know [practically, through experience for yourselves] the love of Christ, which far surpasses mere knowledge [without experience]; that you may be &lt;strong&gt;filled [through all your being] unto all the fullness of God&lt;/strong&gt; [may have the richest measure of the divine Presence, and become a body wholly filled and flooded with God Himself]!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 16 stands out first, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;strengthened…in the inner man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen is defined by Webster’s, “&lt;em&gt;to be make strong (ability to do, endure, power, toughness, solidity, power to resist attack&lt;/em&gt;).”&lt;br /&gt;The only way to stay strong and take your place in Christ is to stay hooked up to the power source. John 14:6 "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Jesus is the bridge that reconnects us with the Father, so we can live life. When we hook up the The Vine we form the "ultimate union" as described by Kenyon in his book, In Christ Realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me this analogy:&lt;br /&gt;We all need water. Water makes up over 80% of our body. What is the first thing the hospital does when a person in need of attention enters the hospital? They HOOK them Up to an IV bag. An IV bag hydrates sick people because we need water for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is to flush impurities out of our body. I like what Kenyon said, “…to be rooted and grounded in love is to remove all self.” Yes, Lord remove every impurity from this world, and remove every impurity that is not of YOU! Anything that is not of God, anything that is not pure, true, noble, good, lovely, and praiseworthy, is toxic to the body. What is toxic to your life? For me it is myself. You know the selfish mentality, "What about me? What about my needs? What about what I deserve?" It's toxic, but when I get "hooked up" the Living Water flushes out those impure thoughts and leaves me hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water also makes up a large part of the blood which transports “life”, nourishment, and oxygen to every cell in our bodies. The blood of Jesus provides life, protection, and promises to us. If you have never studied the blood covenant, I suggest Joyce Meyer's book, "The Word, The Name, The Blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third function of water is to regulate body temperature. I love this one! Jesus did not like "religious people". Rev 3:16 God says, "So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth." Staying hooked up to the Life allows God to keep me on fire for Him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth function of water is to cushion our joints, and prevent shock to them. In this world we will face circumstances that "shock", jolt, bounce, and knock us down. When we are connected to the Vine, the storm seasons in life cannot shake us. In fact they get shorter as God's peace covers the believer like a warm blanket. God brings you right through that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt; so you can dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, water is extremely critical in lymph system which supplies antibodies for our defense against disease. Jesus left us His name, and in His name we have all authority against disease, worry, concern, etc. Complete protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more rooted and grounded we become in God, who is Love, the larger the connection, our stem, becomes to the Life Source. I love the way the Amplified says, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;securely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; “ in verse 17. However, I think sometimes our connection can get leaks in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390014212870774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Ss0tXnx4HcI/AAAAAAAACGM/F1gTHMtdf9w/s320/1medic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Back to my analogy: I can picture a sick, dehydrated person whose line to their IV bag has holes. The liquid becomes diverted, and God cannot get them any peace, joy, grace, or love. It is not God who leaves or forgets us; it is us has the problem with our line. I do not want any links in my relationship with God; I want all that God has to give me! I do not want doubt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bitterness, worry, busyness, selfishness, strife, or gossip poking tiny holes in my Life-line. Who is poking the holes? Not your husband, not your co-workers, not your children, and certainly not God. We need to look in the mirror sweet sisters, we are the ones poking the holes as we allow doubt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;, bitterness, worry, etc. into our lives. It is us we swings the door of opportunity wide open to the enemy whose only purpose is to steal your joy, kill your enthusiasm, and destroy your purpose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;John 4:14, “But those who drink the water I give (the Living Water) &lt;strong&gt;will never be thirsty&lt;/strong&gt; (will never go look for another life source) again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.” (Emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3 goes onto say Christ’s love that surpasses knowledge will allow us to be “&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filled [through all your being] unto all the fullness of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”- Greek Strong's Number: &lt;a name="g4137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4137&lt;br /&gt;Transliteration: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pleroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to fill to the top: so that nothing shall be wanting to full measure, fill to the brim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you enjoy being full? I do! This is The Truth, The Reality, The Way, The Life, Jesus came to give abundantly. I know by experience it is true; so full of God’s love, God’s grace, God’s wisdom, God’s strength, God’s Divine Presence, God’s Living Water that nothing is left wanting. Nothing!!! No fight with my husband, no problem at church, nothing can steal the joy and peace that guard's my mind in Christ Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is us; it is me, who turns away from the life source. Sometimes we literally get up and unhook our IV from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bag and go plug ourselves into the world’s false promises. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 1:25 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) says, “They traded the truth about God for a lie. So they worshiped and served the things God created instead of the Creator himself, who is worthy of eternal praise! Amen!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyon is right. The love at the bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t real, the peace from a “buzz” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t last, and the joy from new things is short-lived. Satan tries to counterfeit and pervert the promises of God, because He has never had an original idea. His promises, the life he offers, leaves people dehydrated, malnourished, and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we are hooked up to the wrong source when we can’t get full. We can’t do that “thing” enough. I can’t eat enough. I can’t shop enough. I can’t get enough love. I can’t get enough affirmation. When we can’t get full, when we are desperate for anything, we need to run for God, THE FILLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WORD BECAUSE IT TRULY SATISFIES and FILLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psalm 90:14 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Satisfy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;us each morning with your unfailing love, so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives.”&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:1-5 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because your love is better than life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satisfied &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Hebrew Strong's Number: &lt;a name="h7646"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7646&lt;br /&gt;Transliteration: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;saba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;definition: to be satisfied, be sated, be fulfilled, be surfeited, to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; be satiated the filling and overfilling of appetites and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying hooked up to the LIFE because His love is “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;better than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” He is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Interceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Knight in shining armor, Umpire, Advocate, Encourager, Lord, Friend, Lover of my soul. Knowing that love and knowing it is flowing through me satisfies my every appetite, need, and desire.&lt;br /&gt;How is your connection?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do personally to keep "the ultimate union" strong?&lt;br /&gt;(If you'd like a copy of Paul's Prayers, leave me a comment with your email address. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-1760075095635016940?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1760075095635016940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=1760075095635016940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1760075095635016940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/1760075095635016940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-christ-realities-part-3.html' title='It&apos;s a long one, BUT I think it is one of the best revelations God has ever given me!!!'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Ss0tXnx4HcI/AAAAAAAACGM/F1gTHMtdf9w/s72-c/1medic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-3517839067889672063</id><published>2009-10-06T10:41:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:47:54.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Realities - Part 2</title><content type='html'>The revelation I have received about my translation from the kingdom of darkness into the Kingdom of Light has helped me to realize who I am in Christ. I am a visual person. God has given me a the picture of first being a child of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ruled by my sense knowledge, and bound in the chains of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; from God. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389539445075975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sst9kf61nWI/AAAAAAAACGE/ISlTTxu5Bsc/s400/schackledx73.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Before I was saved, nothing was ever "enough" for me.&lt;br /&gt;New clothes were not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Marrying a wonderful man was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;A great job was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;It was if I was walking around confused in darkness trying to grasp for anything that looked like hope, love, or peace. I just wanted to be satisfied and content. Each time I reached out for something I thought was "real", I realized it was all a lie. I was always looking for something to fill the empty void in my heart, but what I did not realize was that spot was my "God spot".&lt;br /&gt;I want to go off on a small rabbit trail.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how you get a callus?&lt;br /&gt;A callus is formed when a place on the body is exposed to an extreme amount of friction and/or exposed to increased amount of pressure. Our skin cells go into over drive to create a "band-aid" to protect us from future pain. The callus does not heal the sore. It just covers it up, making it insensitive to it's environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 30:6 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God, your God, will cut away the thick calluses on your heart and your children's hearts, freeing you to love God, your God, with your whole heart and soul and live, really live."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before God saved me, my heart was so covered with calluses that I was not even living. Satan had dominion over me, and all I knew was his lies about my inadequacies, my failures, my lack, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;. My 5 senses, my emotions, my feelings ruled my life, but God decided before the World was created to send His Son to shed His blood for ME. He called me by name before the stars started to shine, and planned to &lt;strong&gt;rescue ME&lt;/strong&gt;. He brought Light to my life and showed me the Truth. He tore off the "band-aids" covering my wounds, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;healed me COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The Truth set me free and filled me with hope, love, and peace! The TRUTH is who I am in Christ. The TRUTH is I am HIS OWN special, chosen treasure. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7:6) The TRUTH SET ME FREE! I am not ashamed of my failures, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God has worked them all out for His good. I am not ashamed of my inadequacies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they qualify me for the HELP of the Holy Ghost. I am no longer lonely or empty, because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my God spot is filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 1:30 (Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But it is from Him that you have your life &lt;strong&gt;in Christ Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;, Whom God made our &lt;strong&gt;Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; from God, [revealed to us a knowledge of the divine plan of salvation previously hidden, manifesting itself as] our &lt;strong&gt;Righteousness &lt;/strong&gt;[thus making us upright and putting us in right standing with God], and our &lt;strong&gt;Consecration&lt;/strong&gt; [making us pure and holy], and our &lt;strong&gt;Redemption &lt;/strong&gt;[providing our ransom from eternal penalty for sin].” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always dreamed of a knight in shining armor, what about you? We have all been rescued by Jesus and been given an amazing gift, an &lt;strong&gt;new identity in Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. That new identity makes us citizens of heaven with new rights, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt;, and authority. We haves His Wisdom, His Righteousness, His Consecration, His Redemption. I can walk into the Holy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Holies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anytime, and not even smell like sin. I can be in the Presence of God, and I can hear His Voice. That is life. That is the life I have in Christ. I don’t have to travel to a temple to fellowship with my Creator; I just have to be still. The Spirit of the Great &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; lives inside of me, inside of every believer. True revelation knowledge of this news should cause every believer, regardless of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; present circumstances, to be smiling from ear to ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389525077023747586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SstwgKwPbgI/AAAAAAAACF8/yMFboHNq8PE/s400/tn_smiles.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is the GOOD NEWS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS isn't religion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS isn't about denomination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS has nothing to do with sin and people being "good"! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS is about our restored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS is the fact that Jesus tore the curtain, and we can fellowship with God anytime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOOD NEWS IS about the JEALOUS LOVE MY GOD HAS FOR ME and YOU regardless of our past!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am smiling from ear to ear, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 coming Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-3517839067889672063?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3517839067889672063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=3517839067889672063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3517839067889672063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/3517839067889672063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-christ-realities-part-2.html' title='In Christ Realities - Part 2'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Sst9kf61nWI/AAAAAAAACGE/ISlTTxu5Bsc/s72-c/schackledx73.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-5507959291626030065</id><published>2009-10-04T08:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:23:34.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 - In Christ Realities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Christ we are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388744826826008594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Ssiq3oQwKBI/AAAAAAAACFs/mbZrfGSyBPM/s320/cross_4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*justified (Rom 3:24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*no condemnation awaits us (Rom 8:1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*set free from power of sin (Rom 8:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sanctified (1 Cor 1:2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*pure and holy, &lt;strong&gt;as if we never sinned&lt;/strong&gt; (1 Cor 1:30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*given new life (1 Cor 15:22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*made right with God, our righteousness is in HIM (2 Cor 5:21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*one in Christ with other believers (Gal 3:28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*have &lt;strong&gt;ALREADY BEEN GIVEN&lt;/strong&gt; every spiritual blessing, benefit (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1:3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*adopted into family of God (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1:5,6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*forgiven (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1:7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*identified as belonging to God by the Holy Spirit (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1:13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*have &lt;strong&gt;ALREADY BEEN RAISED&lt;/strong&gt; to sit with Christ in the heavenly realm (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2:6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*are God's Masterpiece, His Mona Lisa (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*can walk &lt;strong&gt;boldly and confidently into God's Presence&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3:12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Made complete in Christ (Col 2:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have eternal glory (2 Tim 2:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we have in Him we have to receive by Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 Peter 1:2-4 (Message)&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace and peace to you many times over as you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deepen in your experience&lt;/span&gt; with God and Jesus, our Master. Everything that goes into a life of pleasing God has been miraculously &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;given to us by getting to know, personally and intimately&lt;/span&gt;, the One who invited us to God. The best invitation we ever received! We were also given absolutely terrific promises to pass on to you—your tickets to participation in the life of God after you turned your back on a world corrupted by lust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the New Testament called the “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living Will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” of God. It talks about every spiritual benefit, right, privilege, gift, and authority we have &lt;strong&gt;ALREADY been given in HIM&lt;/strong&gt; as believers. It is impossible to operate in the power God has left us with if we live in ignorance. Hosea 4:6 says, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chose the Message’s translation in 1 Peter is because of the word “&lt;strong&gt;experience&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being in the Word is not about head knowledge, it is about heart change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with God means you experience Him; you experience the power and faithfulness of His promises. As His daughter, the first time I ACTED on my head knowledge and told the devil to leave, my heart changed because it worked. The first time I obeyed God and loved the unlovely, my heart was flooded with light and LIFE, and my heart changed. My inner man has gained strength because as revelation increases, as God’s nature increases, and LIFE increases in my life, I decrease (John 3:30). I have experienced it; I can testify to it! It is real! The more we allow Christ (The Word) to dwell in our hearts the more we are “swallowed up, immersed, and overwhelmed” (Kenyon) in Love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Light, Truth, and the very nature of God. I like Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hankins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; illustration of us &lt;strong&gt;becoming pioneers, blazing the trail into the deep uncharted places of God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign me up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The deeper I go, the more knowledge I act upon, the more of His Living Will I take as my personal possession. For example, if my grandmother leaves me a diamond ring, I have to &lt;strong&gt;first &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;I own the ring. If a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt; doesn't know he has any money he will continue to live as a pauper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No thank you, I want what is mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, the true joy from the ring does not come into fullness until I go, take action, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what is mine. The words “I can’t” and “God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give ‘that gift', 'that faith', or 'that ability' to me,” are red flags that we need to go pick up THE WILL and see what God has given us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is no respector of persons&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus did not die just so I can get my ticket to Heaven. He died to give me life and life more abundantly; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He died so I can reign in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Rom 5:17). I want to unwrap every gift He died to give me, because I cannot be truly grateful for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I do not know is mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388744829774346258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Ssiq3zPsOBI/AAAAAAAACF0/8pA6WgXvD2I/s320/vector-gift-presents-preview2-by-dragonart.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I love this quote by Smith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wigglesworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, “If a thing is in the Bible, then it is so; it is not even to be prayed about; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is to be received and acted upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which REALITY "IN Christ" makes you the most grateful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which REALITY "IN Christ" are you going to ask God to help you "unwrap" and totally receive as your own? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2 is coming soon!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-5507959291626030065?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5507959291626030065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=5507959291626030065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5507959291626030065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/5507959291626030065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/part-1-in-christ-realities.html' title='Part 1 - In Christ Realities'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/Ssiq3oQwKBI/AAAAAAAACFs/mbZrfGSyBPM/s72-c/cross_4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-4170803219807219983</id><published>2009-10-02T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:28:42.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important: Moms, You Are Being Called to Stand Up For Your Kids!</title><content type='html'>I just became a member of &lt;a href="http://www.asamom.org/"&gt;http://www.asamom.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time I stand up for my children's future.&lt;br /&gt;I am a patriot.&lt;br /&gt;I am a conservative Christian.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of corrupt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Republicans&lt;/span&gt; and Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of the amazing country my grandfathers and father fought to protect.&lt;br /&gt;I am an American.&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother.&lt;br /&gt;I want Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to experience America's freedom.&lt;br /&gt;It is time.&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand-up with me?&lt;br /&gt;(If you join, you can help spread the word by leaving a post on your blog!)&lt;br /&gt;***I will get to my In Christ Realities paper tomorrow! (I know you are all dying in anticipation=) Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363991030785872768-4170803219807219983?l=dawnjenkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4170803219807219983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5363991030785872768&amp;postID=4170803219807219983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4170803219807219983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363991030785872768/posts/default/4170803219807219983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/2009/10/important-moms-you-are-being-called-to.html' title='Important: Moms, You Are Being Called to Stand Up For Your Kids!'/><author><name>Dawn Jenkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676478648750483291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SpmvGklg5fI/AAAAAAAACB8/n67n8flTLhU/S220/pics+of+mama+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363991030785872768.post-531631247618445377</id><published>2009-10-01T16:20:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:38:22.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning...read this before you read tomorrow's post!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging much lately. Sorry followers! I have been working on something kind of important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had &lt;strong&gt;tons&lt;/strong&gt; to blog about like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our amazing weekend away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aggieland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a College Station, Texas) Labor Day Weekend! The hotel, the football game, the quiet drive, the amazing pancakes at The Kettle made the time spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aggieland&lt;/span&gt; amazing. However, the best part was dinner on Friday night...Ronnie and I sat, talked, and LAUGHED for over an hour after we finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Biggest Loser (seriously, what is wrong with the crazy woman on the purple team???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ronnie finally cut pumpkins from our vine in the back yard. Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have been carrying them around like infants. We sleep, eat, and cuddle with those three little pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387767253435001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SsUxxXl5qNI/AAAAAAAACFM/qv9UaxXmGnA/s320/pumpkin11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ronnie's 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday surprise, a romantic night on the town without the kiddos AND a juicy steak at Texas Land and Cattle Co. It was the best steak I have EVER eaten...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wowzers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ronnie catching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the potty taking care of "business" while Drew was tinkling between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; legs. They do get two points: one for creativity and one for time management...I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The next class I am taking (by correspondence) from Lubbock, Prayer and Fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387767487860319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__x_VuVaeNmI/SsUx_A5QJtI/AAAAAAAACFU/28SiNWNZbAI/s400/kenneth-hagin-bible-prayer-study-course.bmp" border="0" /&gt; - Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; conversation this week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "I really love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I love you too. You best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am working on in Stanton, Texas, will be here in 5 short weeks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPEL
