<?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-3900289824143992842</id><updated>2012-01-14T21:14:00.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Our Life Begins~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-611875338354438052</id><published>2009-10-09T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:35:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Family Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/Ss9kUrlLmiI/AAAAAAAAALc/2uaIFvKXolU/s1600-h/tweety+cat+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390637585444608546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/Ss9kUrlLmiI/AAAAAAAAALc/2uaIFvKXolU/s320/tweety+cat+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Everyone .. I have a new family member and she is only 6 weeks old and her name is Tweety. She is very playful and so sweet. She is learning to sleep on my computer desk or in my lap . She loves to play with Tinker and Nana and Taz act like a mommy to her. He lick on her and make sure she is clean. She is my newest baby. Here is a pic of her..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390638233218614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/Ss9k6YuihKI/AAAAAAAAALk/oudL1sHNcXM/s320/tweety+cat+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is my new baby doll bed with all of my babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave only 2.00 for this old bed.. It is very old I do believe. Yes I have a heart for baby dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because I guess I could not have no real babies to take care of but I am like my Aunt Shelley and Grandmother with dolls. Hope u like it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390639308762699762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/Ss9l4_cO1_I/AAAAAAAAALs/t0OavOgPwc4/s320/tweety+cat+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is taz of the day  I brought Tweety home. He loves her . She look just Like Morris .. MY grandma cat that has died.. hope u enjoy the blogs today . will write more later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-611875338354438052?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/611875338354438052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=611875338354438052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/611875338354438052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/611875338354438052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-family-member.html' title='My New Family Member'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/Ss9kUrlLmiI/AAAAAAAAALc/2uaIFvKXolU/s72-c/tweety+cat+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-9073352774145378049</id><published>2009-09-18T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:01:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383068382488581730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSALFPeVmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8XvmOt3XeVo/s320/Untitled122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time to clean house and surrender any destructiveThoughts in your head. No more will you allow Negative people to scramble your brain. No more willYou dwell on painful uncomfortable times.&lt;br /&gt;Let go means-let go!&lt;br /&gt;Make it a priority to keep investing in yourself andYour well being. Make room in your life for happiness, success, and healing.&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, you will start feeling entitled toAbundance. And, that is as it should be, because you are Number One.&lt;br /&gt;Jane Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383068613932393090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSAYjb-ooI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_7_7JUG8XNk/s320/Untitled233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From where you are right now, the possibilities stretch out, as far as you can imagine, in every direction. Which ones will you choose to follow?&lt;br /&gt;There are things you currently know nothing about, that you can learn. There are places you've never heard of, that you can discover and know.&lt;br /&gt;There are endless combinations of people, places, things, ideas, and events poised to come into your life. Which of them will you choose to experience?&lt;br /&gt;There are magnificent achievements, perfectly suited for you, which you have not yet even considered. There are things of great value that can flow from your passions, your skills, your knowledge and your willingness to make something meaningful out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;The problems are many in this world, yet they are very small indeed when compared to the possibilities for a rich and fulfilling life. On this day, in this moment, you have the opportunity to choose from among a delicious variety of potential paths.&lt;br /&gt;Life begins anew with the breath you take right now. Seize this grand opportunity and make it truly great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSBVPewPYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/h5W-XEaTdzg/s1600-h/Untitled344.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383069656547343746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSBVPewPYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/h5W-XEaTdzg/s320/Untitled344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The shortest distance between two points is a simple, direct line. The most effective, fulfilling way to live life is to live it directly.&lt;br /&gt;When some particular task must be done, you could waste a lot of time and energy on resentment, anger, avoidance and procrastination. Or you can simply get busy and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;When you make a mistake, you could put a lot of wasted effort into covering it up, crafting an excuse, or pretending that it did not happen. What's best, though, is to simply accept it, admit it, deal with the consequences, and move along.&lt;br /&gt;In order to be accepted and liked by others, you could labor endlessly so as to live in the right neighborhood, drive the right car, wear the right clothes and eat in the right restaurants. Or, you can simply be genuine, considerate, respectful, friendly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;If your life is continuously running up against complications and frustrations, stop and ask yourself what it is you truly want. Then consider that there is very likely a more direct way.&lt;br /&gt;Seek to be more direct in your words, your actions, your plans and your thoughts. You'll make far more progress when your energy is focused along a sure and direct path.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Marston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSBqM54k-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RQl8wWIlRIk/s1600-h/Untitled455.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383070016633082850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSBqM54k-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RQl8wWIlRIk/s320/Untitled455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3900289824143992842-9073352774145378049?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/9073352774145378049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=9073352774145378049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/9073352774145378049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/9073352774145378049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrSALFPeVmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8XvmOt3XeVo/s72-c/Untitled122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4588186751929481708</id><published>2009-09-18T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:02:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRpJimsuEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ROwoogYo6m0/s1600-h/bestday-title2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRowgGE33I/AAAAAAAAAHs/4-MLg_KOWlM/s1600-h/bestday-title1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383042637073014642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRowgGE33I/AAAAAAAAAHs/4-MLg_KOWlM/s320/bestday-title1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever!&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did! And because I did I'm going to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far: the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people. I'll make someone smile. I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I'll tell a child how special he is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for them and how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don't have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in God and his Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside and raise my eyes to the heavens. I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures.&lt;br /&gt;As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank the Almighty for the best day of my life. And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be ......&lt;br /&gt;The Best Day Of My Life!&lt;br /&gt;~By Gregory M. Lousingnot, Ph.D~©1993 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383043427846601714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRpeh9MO_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MmEDER6NqFU/s320/bestday-title2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3900289824143992842-4588186751929481708?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4588186751929481708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=4588186751929481708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4588186751929481708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4588186751929481708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Day Of My Life'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRowgGE33I/AAAAAAAAAHs/4-MLg_KOWlM/s72-c/bestday-title1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-1213104129126663531</id><published>2009-09-18T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:02:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible vs Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRnMycRZBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DwJz9o7wN0Y/s1600-h/mages+bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383040924011029522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRnMycRZBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DwJz9o7wN0Y/s320/mages+bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSALM 105:4...."Look to the Lord and HIS strength; seek HIS face always."&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone vs. Bible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we flipped through it several time a day? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we used it to receive messages from the text?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we gave it to kids as gifts? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we used it when we traveled? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we used it in case of emergency?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is something to make you go.....hmm...where is my Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and one more thing.Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible beingdisconnected because Jesus already paid the bill. Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? And no dropped calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-1213104129126663531?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1213104129126663531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=1213104129126663531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1213104129126663531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1213104129126663531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/09/bible-vs-cell-phones.html' title='Bible vs Cell Phones'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrRnMycRZBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DwJz9o7wN0Y/s72-c/mages+bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4067225686775368115</id><published>2009-07-29T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:10:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TRIP TO ALABAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnErV8qOeaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sf7Au8ht5Ow/s1600-h/006_ALABAMA+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364116287235455394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnErV8qOeaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sf7Au8ht5Ow/s320/006_ALABAMA+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lori, judy and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEq_1RHxOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CPoTTusqqO8/s1600-h/007_ALABAMA+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364115907293988066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEq_1RHxOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CPoTTusqqO8/s320/007_ALABAMA+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandad and Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEqTN5GGXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fMTUlyKK71Y/s1600-h/001_ALABAMA+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364115140809988466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEqTN5GGXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fMTUlyKK71Y/s320/001_ALABAMA+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandad and his daughter which is my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEpG99lk9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/r-ZvwoaJeA8/s1600-h/006_ALABAMA+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364113830863803346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnEpG99lk9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/r-ZvwoaJeA8/s320/006_ALABAMA+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my great nephew and great neice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan, Jaylie, Jayanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELL JUST WANTED TO TELL U ABOUT MY TRIP TO ALABAMA.. ME AND MY MOM LEFT HERE ON THE 15 OF JULY TO GO TO VISIT MY SISTERS AND FAMILY IN ALABAMA.. IT WAS THE TIRING TRIP. WE MADE IT JUST FINE. EVERYONE WAS GLAD TO SEE US ALL. WE LEFT ON FRIDAY NITE AND GRANNY AND GRANDAD CAME UP TO VISIT WITH US. IT WAS NICE TO SEE THEM AGAIN. HERE ARE SOME PICTURES THAT WAS TAKEN. HOPE U ALL ENJOY THEM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3900289824143992842-4067225686775368115?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4067225686775368115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=4067225686775368115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4067225686775368115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4067225686775368115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip-to-alabama.html' title='MY TRIP TO ALABAMA'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SnErV8qOeaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sf7Au8ht5Ow/s72-c/006_ALABAMA+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8808839082981671113</id><published>2009-07-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:41:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQ3mowsrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8D5c3UVPMe8/s1600-h/rcb23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358035466626052786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQ3mowsrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8D5c3UVPMe8/s320/rcb23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rockin' Chair Boogie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's nothing the matter with me, I'm just as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis and chronic pain, And fibro fog clutters my brain.&lt;br /&gt;My muscles ache and I have dry skin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. And my diet I try hard not to think about, Doesn’t do any good to whine around &amp;amp; pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overweight and I can't get thin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. And arch supports I need for my feet. Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is denied me night after night, But the morning brings beautiful sunlight. My memory's failing, my head's in a spin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358035560535749090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 32px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQ9Eek8eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BFKX8r6dxrY/s320/band5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age is golden so I've heard it said, But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed. As sleep draws near my pain starts to melt, I’m learning to deal with the hand I’ve been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I know my Youth has been spent, Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went! But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin, Of all the places my get-up-and-go has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Getting my body to move is quite often the pits. I eat a good breakfast to start off my day, Put a smile on my face &amp;amp; God shows me the way.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this as the tale unfolds Is that for you and me, who's bodies feel old. It is better to say, "I'm fine" with a grin, Than to let people know the shape we are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358035721509129378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 22px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 22px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluRGcJnzKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VFQk2j6S9sU/s320/ittyguitarman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...All I can do, is all I can do. But all I can do is enough. Life isn’t always easy or fair, But think positive and hang tough!&lt;br /&gt;From the poem "Senior Citizens" written by Daisy Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8808839082981671113?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8808839082981671113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8808839082981671113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8808839082981671113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8808839082981671113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/rockin-chair-boogie-theres-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQ3mowsrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8D5c3UVPMe8/s72-c/rcb23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-1841546874683881765</id><published>2009-07-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:51:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQEcr03XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW9O2U8Jy2E/s1600-h/attwell-holdingpup_mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358034587781225842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQEcr03XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW9O2U8Jy2E/s320/attwell-holdingpup_mc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wonder what it would be like if the world had more&lt;br /&gt;rocking chairs? There is a popular restaurant called the&lt;br /&gt;Cracker Barrel that have rocking chairs in front of their&lt;br /&gt;doors for customers to sit and rock while waiting for a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when our children were small and we rocked&lt;br /&gt;them when they needed comfort&lt;br /&gt;or to help them to go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I think I enjoyed the rocking as much as they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I remember about the rocking chair times of my&lt;br /&gt;life, is that life slowed down. I had to stop all the rushing&lt;br /&gt;around and stop for a few minutes and just rock.&lt;br /&gt;The rocking chair helped me to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the moments with my children.&lt;br /&gt;I think that my stress also slowed down&lt;br /&gt;when I was rocking in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went over and sat in my rocking recliner&lt;br /&gt;and I felt like I was cozying up to a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;It felt very comforting; very soft and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if God has rocking chairs in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;A rocking chair where I can spend&lt;br /&gt;quality time rocking and talking with Him?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just see our Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;sitting in His rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;with a smaller one for us ... His child... talking with us?&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful and safe picture that brings to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today, if I need time to de-stress,&lt;br /&gt;I will picture myself crawling up&lt;br /&gt;into my heavenly rocking chair and&lt;br /&gt;talking to my Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me today to spend&lt;br /&gt;some quality time with&lt;br /&gt;you in our rocking chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;~~Amber Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-1841546874683881765?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1841546874683881765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=1841546874683881765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1841546874683881765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1841546874683881765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-what-it-would-be-like-if-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluQEcr03XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW9O2U8Jy2E/s72-c/attwell-holdingpup_mc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4510614366073490436</id><published>2009-07-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:46:51.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Angel. She Passed on In January. She was born with a Hyneia on her belly and she was too young to get it taken care of. She was my baby but my mom raise her .. She will be greatly miss.. Love you baby Girl Always..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluOwVF7GfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LckV05Ujt6w/s1600-h/663X-10n-1ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033142634191346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluOwVF7GfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LckV05Ujt6w/s320/663X-10n-1ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Member of The Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would I do without you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My precious, furry friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part mischief, but all blessing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And faithful to the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You look at me with eyes of love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never hold a grudge,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I'm far too wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To criticize or judge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems your greatest joy in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is being close to me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think God knew how comforting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your warm soft fur would be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you think You're human,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm glad it isn't true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world be a nicer place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If folks were more like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few short years is all we have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day we'll have to part,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you...my pet will always have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place within my heart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hope Harrington Kolb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-4510614366073490436?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4510614366073490436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=4510614366073490436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4510614366073490436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4510614366073490436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SluOwVF7GfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LckV05Ujt6w/s72-c/663X-10n-1ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-7086734985780067583</id><published>2009-07-13T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:41:09.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;GOD’S WONDERFUL PLANNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.  For example,      The eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days;      Those of the canary in 14 days;      Those of the barnyard hen in 21 days..      The eggs of ducks and geese in 28 days;      Those of the mallard in 35 days.      The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch       in 42 days.      (Notice, they are all divisible by seven) God's wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant.  The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other Quadruped is so made.  God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily.The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first.  A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains.      - Each watermelon has an even number of strips on the rind.    - Each orange has an even number of segments.     - Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.     - Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains.     - Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even  number and the next row an odd number. The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather. All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks  The Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundred fold - all even numbers. God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified  times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night  by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!  Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His presence. Only the God-planned life is successful. Only the life given over to the care of the Lord is safe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-7086734985780067583?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7086734985780067583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=7086734985780067583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7086734985780067583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7086734985780067583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/gods-wonderful-planning-gods-accuracy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4681967582721102167</id><published>2009-07-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:38:09.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dog Owner's Prayer&lt;br /&gt;O Lord don't let me once forgethow I love my trusty pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Help me learn to disregardcanine craters in my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Show me how to be a buddyeven when my sofa's muddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't allow my pooch to munchall my favorite shoes for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Shield my neighbor's cat from view—guide my steps around the doo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Train me not to curse and scowl when it's puppy's night to howl.&lt;br /&gt;Grant I shan't awake in fearwith a cold nose in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Give me patience without end—Help me be 'A Dog's Best Friend'!&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-1292515310362211000</id><published>2009-07-13T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:36:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In life, we have two bookends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A beginning and an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The things amid do fill the gapsWhereby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our lives do blend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The volumes which are writtenReveals the light of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The print upon the pagesContain the breath within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The chapters stack so neatlyAre bounded at the seamsAnd filled with aspirationsOur failures and our dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The many happy chaptersHold sorrow in-between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The valleys and the mountainsAre parts of life’s great scheme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The fiber of our beingIs glue that makes it stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The text that fills the pagesAre choices we did pick.It takes a set of bookendsTo make one’s life complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The content comes togetherWhen both the ends do meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; One day upon completion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our lives will be made wholeWhen Jesus reads our memoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The mirror to our soul.We cannot change the contentOnce written, nevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It’s stored amongst God’s archivesUpon that golden shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown To Me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-1292515310362211000?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1292515310362211000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=1292515310362211000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1292515310362211000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1292515310362211000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-life-we-have-two-bookends-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-5117823607778508573</id><published>2009-07-13T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:35:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Failure is SuccessTo weight lifters, failure is success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unless they lift a weight to the point of "failure," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;their muscles aren't growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So they have programmed themselves, through repetition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; to use the word "failure" in a positive sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They also call what we would call "pain" something positive: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"the burn." Getting to "the burn" is the goal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You'll hear bodybuilders call out to each other: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Roast 'em!" By changing the language, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;they acquire access to inner power through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the use of the human will. Language leads to power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To optimize your levels of inspiration and motivation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; be conscious of the creative potential of the language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you use on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-5117823607778508573?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5117823607778508573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=5117823607778508573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5117823607778508573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5117823607778508573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/failure-is-success.html' title='Failure is Success'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-9064131982196443405</id><published>2009-07-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:20:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not ask to have your life's load lightened;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask for courage to endure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not ask for fulfillment in all your life;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask for patience to accept frustration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not ask for perfection in all you do;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask for the wisdom not to repeat mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally do not ask for more before saying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank you" for what you havealready received...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-9064131982196443405?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/9064131982196443405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=9064131982196443405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/9064131982196443405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/9064131982196443405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-6025124187879964493</id><published>2009-07-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:19:28.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not...&lt;br /&gt;undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Do not...&lt;br /&gt;set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you. Do not...&lt;br /&gt;take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless. Do not...&lt;br /&gt; let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.  Do not...&lt;br /&gt;give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.  Do not...&lt;br /&gt;be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Do not...&lt;br /&gt;shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love; The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly. Do not...&lt;br /&gt; dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope; To be without hope is to be without purpose. Do not...&lt;br /&gt;run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been, but also where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-6025124187879964493?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6025124187879964493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=6025124187879964493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/6025124187879964493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/6025124187879964493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-5501200888007362644</id><published>2009-07-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:14:16.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know&lt;br /&gt;· I know He is the beginning, so why do I worry about the end? · I know He is the creator, so why do I wonder who will destroy? · I know He has forgiven me, so why can't I forgive myself? · I know He is the healer, so why do I speak of sickness? · I know He can do all things, so why do I say I can't? · I know He will protect me, so why do I fear? · I know He will supply all my needs, so why can't I wait? · I know he is my strength and salvation, so why do I feel weak? · I know that everything and everyone has a season, so why when someone's season is over do I weep instead of rejoice? · I know He is the right way, so why do I go the wrong way? · I know He is the light, so why do I choose to walk in darkness? · I know that whatever I ask of GOD, GOD will give me, so why am I scared to ask? · I know that tomorrow is not promised, so why do I put off for tomorrow what I can do today? · I know that the truth shall make me free, so why do I continue to lie? · I know He gives us revelation, knowledge and understanding, so why do I lean on my own understanding? · I know I should live in the spirit as well as walk in the spirit, so why do I choose to live in the spirit but walk in the flesh? · I know that when praises go up, blessings come down, so why do I refuse to praise Him? · I know I am saved, so why do I refuse the word He has given me? · I Know He has a plan for me, so why am I rushing it because I am eager to do His will, when it is His time not my time? The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-5501200888007362644?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5501200888007362644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=5501200888007362644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5501200888007362644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5501200888007362644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8295705455817406811</id><published>2009-04-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:21:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  I love this and hope everyone finds some peace with it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u can post this on your blog if u want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although things are not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Because of trial or pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Continue in thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Do not begin to blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even when the times are hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fierce winds are bound to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; God is forever able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hold on to what you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagine life without His love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joy would cease to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep thanking Him for all the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love imparts to thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Move out of "Camp Complaining" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No weapon that is known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On earth can yield the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Praise can do alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Quit looking at the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Redeem the time at hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Start every day with worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; To "thank" is a command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Until we see Him coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victorious in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'll run the race with gratitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xalting God most high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8295705455817406811?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8295705455817406811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8295705455817406811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8295705455817406811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8295705455817406811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/04/abcs.html' title='ABCS'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4693519084291980374</id><published>2009-04-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:16:45.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resurrection and Ascension of Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Resurrection and Ascension of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 20:1-21 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early,&lt;br /&gt;when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt; {2} Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter,&lt;br /&gt;and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them,&lt;br /&gt;They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and we know not where they have laid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{3} Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt;{4} So they ran both together:&lt;br /&gt;and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt;{5} And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying;&lt;br /&gt; yet went he not in.&lt;br /&gt;{6} Then cometh Simon Peter following him,&lt;br /&gt;and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie,&lt;br /&gt;{7} And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes,&lt;br /&gt;but wrapped together in a place by itself.&lt;br /&gt;{8} Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and he saw, and believed.&lt;br /&gt; {9} For as yet they knew not the scripture, that he must rise again from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10} Then the disciples went away again unto their own home.&lt;br /&gt;{11} But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping:&lt;br /&gt;and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;{12} And seeth two angels in white sitting,&lt;br /&gt;the one at the head, and the other at the feet,&lt;br /&gt;where the body of Jesus had lain.&lt;br /&gt;{13} And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?&lt;br /&gt;She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and I know not where they have laid him.&lt;br /&gt;{14} And when she had thus said, she turned herself back,&lt;br /&gt;and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;{15} Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?&lt;br /&gt; She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him,&lt;br /&gt;Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him,&lt;br /&gt;and I will take him away.&lt;br /&gt;{16} Jesus saith unto her, Mary.&lt;br /&gt;She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.&lt;br /&gt;{17} Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not;&lt;br /&gt; for I am not yet ascended to my Father:&lt;br /&gt;but go to my brethren, and say unto them,&lt;br /&gt;I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{18} Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and that he had spoken these things unto her.&lt;br /&gt;{19} Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week,&lt;br /&gt;when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews,&lt;br /&gt;came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.&lt;br /&gt; {20} And when he had so said, he showed unto them his hands and his side.&lt;br /&gt;Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;{21} Then said Jesus to them again,&lt;br /&gt; Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:1-53 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared,&lt;br /&gt;and certain others with them.&lt;br /&gt;{2} And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt; {3} And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; {4} And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout,&lt;br /&gt;behold, two men stood by them in shining garments:&lt;br /&gt;{5} And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth,&lt;br /&gt; they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead?&lt;br /&gt;{6} He is not here, but is risen:&lt;br /&gt; remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,&lt;br /&gt;{7} Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men,&lt;br /&gt; and be crucified, and the third day rise again.&lt;br /&gt; {8} And they remembered his words,&lt;br /&gt;{9} And returned from the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10} It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James,&lt;br /&gt; and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles.&lt;br /&gt; {11} And their words seemed to them as idle tales,&lt;br /&gt;and they believed them not.&lt;br /&gt; {12} Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulchre;&lt;br /&gt;and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves,&lt;br /&gt; and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;{13} And, behold, two of them went that same day to a village called Emmaus,&lt;br /&gt; which was from Jerusalem about threescore furlongs.&lt;br /&gt;{14} And they talked together of all these things which had happened.&lt;br /&gt;{15} And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned,&lt;br /&gt; Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.&lt;br /&gt;{16} But their eyes were holden that they should not know him.&lt;br /&gt;{17} And he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;What manner of communications are these that ye have one to another,&lt;br /&gt; as ye walk, and are sad?&lt;br /&gt; {18} And the one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answering said unto him,&lt;br /&gt; Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;and hast not known the things which are come to pass there in these days?&lt;br /&gt;{19} And he said unto them, What things?&lt;br /&gt;And they said unto him, Concerning Jesus of Nazareth,&lt;br /&gt;which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people:&lt;br /&gt;{20} And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death,&lt;br /&gt;and have crucified him.&lt;br /&gt;{21} But we trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel:&lt;br /&gt;and beside all this, to day is the third day since these things were done.&lt;br /&gt;{22} Yea, and certain women also of our company made us astonished,&lt;br /&gt; which were early at the sepulchre;&lt;br /&gt;{23} And when they found not his body,&lt;br /&gt;they came, saying, that they had also seen a vision of angels,&lt;br /&gt; which said that he was alive.&lt;br /&gt; {24} And certain of them which were with us went to the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and found it even so as the women had said: but him they saw not.&lt;br /&gt;{25} Then he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken:&lt;br /&gt;{26} Ought not Christ to have suffered these things,&lt;br /&gt;and to enter into his glory?&lt;br /&gt;{27} And beginning at Moses and all the prophets,&lt;br /&gt;he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.&lt;br /&gt; {28} And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went:&lt;br /&gt; and he made as though he would have gone further.&lt;br /&gt;{29} But they constrained him,&lt;br /&gt;saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.&lt;br /&gt; And he went in to tarry with them.&lt;br /&gt; {30} And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them,&lt;br /&gt;he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them.&lt;br /&gt; {31} And their eyes were opened, and they knew him;&lt;br /&gt;and he vanished out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt; {32} And they said one to another,&lt;br /&gt;Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way,&lt;br /&gt;and while he opened to us the scriptures?&lt;br /&gt;{33} And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them,&lt;br /&gt; {34} Saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.&lt;br /&gt;{35} And they told what things were done in the way,&lt;br /&gt;and how he was known of them in breaking of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; {36} And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them,&lt;br /&gt; and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.&lt;br /&gt;{37} But they were terrified and affrighted,&lt;br /&gt;and supposed that they had seen a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;{38} And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled?&lt;br /&gt;and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?&lt;br /&gt;{39} Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself:&lt;br /&gt; handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.&lt;br /&gt;{40} And when he had thus spoken, he showed them his hands and his feet.&lt;br /&gt;{41} And while they yet believed not for joy, and wondered,&lt;br /&gt;he said unto them, Have ye here any meat?&lt;br /&gt;{42} And they gave him a piece of a broiled fish, and of an honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt; {43} And he took it, and did eat before them.&lt;br /&gt;{44} And he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt; These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you,&lt;br /&gt; that all things must be fulfilled, which were written in the law of Moses,&lt;br /&gt;and in the prophets, and in the psalms, concerning me.&lt;br /&gt;{45} Then opened he their understanding, that they might understand the scriptures,&lt;br /&gt; {46} And said unto them, Thus it is written, and thus it behoved Christ to suffer,&lt;br /&gt;and to rise from the dead the third day:&lt;br /&gt;{47} And that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in his name&lt;br /&gt;among all nations, beginning at Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;{48} And ye are witnesses of these things.&lt;br /&gt;{49} And, behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you:&lt;br /&gt;but tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;until ye be endued with power from on high.&lt;br /&gt;{50} And he led them out as far as to Bethany,&lt;br /&gt;and he lifted up his hands, and blessed them.&lt;br /&gt; {51} And it came to pass, while he blessed them,&lt;br /&gt;he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;{52} And they worshipped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy:&lt;br /&gt;{53} And were continually in the temple, praising and blessing God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 2:18-22 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt; Then answered the Jews and said unto him,&lt;br /&gt; What sign showest thou unto us, seeing that thou doest these things?&lt;br /&gt;{19} Jesus answered and said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.&lt;br /&gt;{20} Then said the Jews, Forty and six years was this temple in building,&lt;br /&gt; and wilt thou rear it up in three days?&lt;br /&gt;{21} But he spake of the temple of his body.&lt;br /&gt;{22} When therefore he was risen from the dead,&lt;br /&gt;his disciples remembered that he had said this unto them;&lt;br /&gt;and they believed the scripture, and the word which Jesus had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 1:1-11 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;The former treatise have I made, O Theophilus,&lt;br /&gt;of all that Jesus began both to do and teach,&lt;br /&gt; {2} Until the day in which he was taken up,&lt;br /&gt;after that he through the Holy Ghost had given commandments&lt;br /&gt;unto the apostles whom he had chosen:&lt;br /&gt;{3} To whom also he showed himself alive after his passion by many infallible proofs, being seen of them forty days,&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God:&lt;br /&gt;{4} And, being assembled together with them,&lt;br /&gt;commanded them that they should not depart from Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt; but wait for the promise of the Father, which, saith he, ye have heard of me.&lt;br /&gt;{5} For John truly baptized with water;&lt;br /&gt;but ye shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost not many days hence.&lt;br /&gt;{6} When they therefore were come together, they asked of him, saying,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel?&lt;br /&gt;{7} And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;which the Father hath put in his own power.&lt;br /&gt;{8} But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you:&lt;br /&gt;and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea,&lt;br /&gt;and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.&lt;br /&gt; {9} And when he had spoken these things, while they beheld,&lt;br /&gt;he was taken up; and a cloud received him out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt; {10} And while they looked stedfastly toward heaven as he went up,&lt;br /&gt;behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; {11} Which also said,&lt;br /&gt; Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?&lt;br /&gt; this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven,&lt;br /&gt; shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 15:3-9 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt; For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received,&lt;br /&gt;how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;&lt;br /&gt;{4} And that he was buried,&lt;br /&gt;and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;{5} And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve:&lt;br /&gt;{6} After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once;&lt;br /&gt;of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;{7} After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles.&lt;br /&gt; {8} And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.&lt;br /&gt;{9} For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle,&lt;br /&gt;because I persecuted the church of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2:14, 22b-28 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;{14} But Peter, standing up with the eleven,&lt;br /&gt;lifted up his voice, and said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;Ye men of Judaea, and all ye that dwell at Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt; be this known unto you, and hearken to my words:&lt;br /&gt;...{22} Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you&lt;br /&gt;by miracles and wonders and signs,&lt;br /&gt; which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know:&lt;br /&gt;{23} Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God,&lt;br /&gt; ye have taken, and by wicked hands have crucified and slain:&lt;br /&gt;{24} Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death:&lt;br /&gt; because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.&lt;br /&gt;{25} For David speaketh concerning him,&lt;br /&gt; I foresaw the Lord always before my face,&lt;br /&gt;for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved:&lt;br /&gt; {26} Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad;&lt;br /&gt;moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:&lt;br /&gt; {27} Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell,&lt;br /&gt; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.&lt;br /&gt; {28} Thou hast made known to me the ways of life;&lt;br /&gt; thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance.&lt;br /&gt;For further study, Check out these archives of past devotionals:&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the devotionals may be under the headings of "discussions" "files" or "pages" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=" lnk="gcis&amp;amp;hl=" href="http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=new&amp;amp;lnk=gcis&amp;amp;hl=en" send="true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=new&amp;amp;lnk=gcis&amp;amp;hl=en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive/web?hl=en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive/web&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-archives-part-3/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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{2} Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter,&lt;br /&gt;and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them,&lt;br /&gt;They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and we know not where they have laid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{3} Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt;{4} So they ran both together:&lt;br /&gt;and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt;{5} And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying;&lt;br /&gt; yet went he not in.&lt;br /&gt;{6} Then cometh Simon Peter following him,&lt;br /&gt;and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie,&lt;br /&gt;{7} And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes,&lt;br /&gt;but wrapped together in a place by itself.&lt;br /&gt;{8} Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and he saw, and believed.&lt;br /&gt; {9} For as yet they knew not the scripture, that he must rise again from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10} Then the disciples went away again unto their own home.&lt;br /&gt;{11} But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping:&lt;br /&gt;and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;{12} And seeth two angels in white sitting,&lt;br /&gt;the one at the head, and the other at the feet,&lt;br /&gt;where the body of Jesus had lain.&lt;br /&gt;{13} And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?&lt;br /&gt;She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and I know not where they have laid him.&lt;br /&gt;{14} And when she had thus said, she turned herself back,&lt;br /&gt;and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;{15} Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?&lt;br /&gt; She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him,&lt;br /&gt;Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him,&lt;br /&gt;and I will take him away.&lt;br /&gt;{16} Jesus saith unto her, Mary.&lt;br /&gt;She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.&lt;br /&gt;{17} Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not;&lt;br /&gt; for I am not yet ascended to my Father:&lt;br /&gt;but go to my brethren, and say unto them,&lt;br /&gt;I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{18} Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and that he had spoken these things unto her.&lt;br /&gt;{19} Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week,&lt;br /&gt;when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews,&lt;br /&gt;came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.&lt;br /&gt; {20} And when he had so said, he showed unto them his hands and his side.&lt;br /&gt;Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;{21} Then said Jesus to them again,&lt;br /&gt; Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:1-53 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared,&lt;br /&gt;and certain others with them.&lt;br /&gt;{2} And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt; {3} And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; {4} And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout,&lt;br /&gt;behold, two men stood by them in shining garments:&lt;br /&gt;{5} And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth,&lt;br /&gt; they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead?&lt;br /&gt;{6} He is not here, but is risen:&lt;br /&gt; remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,&lt;br /&gt;{7} Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men,&lt;br /&gt; and be crucified, and the third day rise again.&lt;br /&gt; {8} And they remembered his words,&lt;br /&gt;{9} And returned from the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10} It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James,&lt;br /&gt; and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles.&lt;br /&gt; {11} And their words seemed to them as idle tales,&lt;br /&gt;and they believed them not.&lt;br /&gt; {12} Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulchre;&lt;br /&gt;and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves,&lt;br /&gt; and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;{13} And, behold, two of them went that same day to a village called Emmaus,&lt;br /&gt; which was from Jerusalem about threescore furlongs.&lt;br /&gt;{14} And they talked together of all these things which had happened.&lt;br /&gt;{15} And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned,&lt;br /&gt; Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.&lt;br /&gt;{16} But their eyes were holden that they should not know him.&lt;br /&gt;{17} And he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;What manner of communications are these that ye have one to another,&lt;br /&gt; as ye walk, and are sad?&lt;br /&gt; {18} And the one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answering said unto him,&lt;br /&gt; Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;and hast not known the things which are come to pass there in these days?&lt;br /&gt;{19} And he said unto them, What things?&lt;br /&gt;And they said unto him, Concerning Jesus of Nazareth,&lt;br /&gt;which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people:&lt;br /&gt;{20} And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death,&lt;br /&gt;and have crucified him.&lt;br /&gt;{21} But we trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel:&lt;br /&gt;and beside all this, to day is the third day since these things were done.&lt;br /&gt;{22} Yea, and certain women also of our company made us astonished,&lt;br /&gt; which were early at the sepulchre;&lt;br /&gt;{23} And when they found not his body,&lt;br /&gt;they came, saying, that they had also seen a vision of angels,&lt;br /&gt; which said that he was alive.&lt;br /&gt; {24} And certain of them which were with us went to the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;and found it even so as the women had said: but him they saw not.&lt;br /&gt;{25} Then he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken:&lt;br /&gt;{26} Ought not Christ to have suffered these things,&lt;br /&gt;and to enter into his glory?&lt;br /&gt;{27} And beginning at Moses and all the prophets,&lt;br /&gt;he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.&lt;br /&gt; {28} And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went:&lt;br /&gt; and he made as though he would have gone further.&lt;br /&gt;{29} But they constrained him,&lt;br /&gt;saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.&lt;br /&gt; And he went in to tarry with them.&lt;br /&gt; {30} And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them,&lt;br /&gt;he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them.&lt;br /&gt; {31} And their eyes were opened, and they knew him;&lt;br /&gt;and he vanished out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt; {32} And they said one to another,&lt;br /&gt;Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way,&lt;br /&gt;and while he opened to us the scriptures?&lt;br /&gt;{33} And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them,&lt;br /&gt; {34} Saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.&lt;br /&gt;{35} And they told what things were done in the way,&lt;br /&gt;and how he was known of them in breaking of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; {36} And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them,&lt;br /&gt; and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.&lt;br /&gt;{37} But they were terrified and affrighted,&lt;br /&gt;and supposed that they had seen a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;{38} And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled?&lt;br /&gt;and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?&lt;br /&gt;{39} Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself:&lt;br /&gt; handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.&lt;br /&gt;{40} And when he had thus spoken, he showed them his hands and his feet.&lt;br /&gt;{41} And while they yet believed not for joy, and wondered,&lt;br /&gt;he said unto them, Have ye here any meat?&lt;br /&gt;{42} And they gave him a piece of a broiled fish, and of an honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt; {43} And he took it, and did eat before them.&lt;br /&gt;{44} And he said unto them,&lt;br /&gt; These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you,&lt;br /&gt; that all things must be fulfilled, which were written in the law of Moses,&lt;br /&gt;and in the prophets, and in the psalms, concerning me.&lt;br /&gt;{45} Then opened he their understanding, that they might understand the scriptures,&lt;br /&gt; {46} And said unto them, Thus it is written, and thus it behoved Christ to suffer,&lt;br /&gt;and to rise from the dead the third day:&lt;br /&gt;{47} And that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in his name&lt;br /&gt;among all nations, beginning at Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;{48} And ye are witnesses of these things.&lt;br /&gt;{49} And, behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you:&lt;br /&gt;but tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;until ye be endued with power from on high.&lt;br /&gt;{50} And he led them out as far as to Bethany,&lt;br /&gt;and he lifted up his hands, and blessed them.&lt;br /&gt; {51} And it came to pass, while he blessed them,&lt;br /&gt;he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;{52} And they worshipped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy:&lt;br /&gt;{53} And were continually in the temple, praising and blessing God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 2:18-22 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt; Then answered the Jews and said unto him,&lt;br /&gt; What sign showest thou unto us, seeing that thou doest these things?&lt;br /&gt;{19} Jesus answered and said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.&lt;br /&gt;{20} Then said the Jews, Forty and six years was this temple in building,&lt;br /&gt; and wilt thou rear it up in three days?&lt;br /&gt;{21} But he spake of the temple of his body.&lt;br /&gt;{22} When therefore he was risen from the dead,&lt;br /&gt;his disciples remembered that he had said this unto them;&lt;br /&gt;and they believed the scripture, and the word which Jesus had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 1:1-11 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;The former treatise have I made, O Theophilus,&lt;br /&gt;of all that Jesus began both to do and teach,&lt;br /&gt; {2} Until the day in which he was taken up,&lt;br /&gt;after that he through the Holy Ghost had given commandments&lt;br /&gt;unto the apostles whom he had chosen:&lt;br /&gt;{3} To whom also he showed himself alive after his passion by many infallible proofs, being seen of them forty days,&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God:&lt;br /&gt;{4} And, being assembled together with them,&lt;br /&gt;commanded them that they should not depart from Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt; but wait for the promise of the Father, which, saith he, ye have heard of me.&lt;br /&gt;{5} For John truly baptized with water;&lt;br /&gt;but ye shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost not many days hence.&lt;br /&gt;{6} When they therefore were come together, they asked of him, saying,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel?&lt;br /&gt;{7} And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;which the Father hath put in his own power.&lt;br /&gt;{8} But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you:&lt;br /&gt;and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea,&lt;br /&gt;and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.&lt;br /&gt; {9} And when he had spoken these things, while they beheld,&lt;br /&gt;he was taken up; and a cloud received him out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt; {10} And while they looked stedfastly toward heaven as he went up,&lt;br /&gt;behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; {11} Which also said,&lt;br /&gt; Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?&lt;br /&gt; this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven,&lt;br /&gt; shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 15:3-9 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt; For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received,&lt;br /&gt;how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;&lt;br /&gt;{4} And that he was buried,&lt;br /&gt;and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;{5} And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve:&lt;br /&gt;{6} After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once;&lt;br /&gt;of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;{7} After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles.&lt;br /&gt; {8} And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.&lt;br /&gt;{9} For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle,&lt;br /&gt;because I persecuted the church of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2:14, 22b-28 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;{14} But Peter, standing up with the eleven,&lt;br /&gt;lifted up his voice, and said unto them,&lt;br /&gt;Ye men of Judaea, and all ye that dwell at Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt; be this known unto you, and hearken to my words:&lt;br /&gt;...{22} Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you&lt;br /&gt;by miracles and wonders and signs,&lt;br /&gt; which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know:&lt;br /&gt;{23} Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God,&lt;br /&gt; ye have taken, and by wicked hands have crucified and slain:&lt;br /&gt;{24} Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death:&lt;br /&gt; because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.&lt;br /&gt;{25} For David speaketh concerning him,&lt;br /&gt; I foresaw the Lord always before my face,&lt;br /&gt;for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved:&lt;br /&gt; {26} Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad;&lt;br /&gt;moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:&lt;br /&gt; {27} Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell,&lt;br /&gt; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.&lt;br /&gt; {28} Thou hast made known to me the ways of life;&lt;br /&gt; thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance.&lt;br /&gt;For further study, Check out these archives of past devotionals:&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the devotionals may be under the headings of "discussions" "files" or "pages" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=" lnk="gcis&amp;amp;hl=" href="http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=new&amp;amp;lnk=gcis&amp;amp;hl=en" send="true"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-part-2?msg=new&amp;amp;lnk=gcis&amp;amp;hl=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive/web?hl=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive/web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-archives-part-3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://" href="" send="true"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/ixtheus-devotionals-archive-4&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/3900289824143992842-4466101572635747479?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4466101572635747479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=4466101572635747479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4466101572635747479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4466101572635747479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-and-ascension-of-jesus.html' title='The Resurrection and Ascension of Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-755152896701924990</id><published>2009-04-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:33:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SeHtnyiR3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bpScuMjyg44/s1600-h/000_Happy+Easter1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323797502364867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SeHtnyiR3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bpScuMjyg44/s320/000_Happy+Easter1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I need to know I learned from the Easter Bunny! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't put all your eggs in one basket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone needs a friend who is all ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There's no such thing as too much candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All work and no play can make you a basket case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A cute tail attracts a lot of attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Some body parts should be floppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keep your paws off of other people's jelly beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good things come in small, sugar coated packages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The grass is always greener in someone else's basket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To show your true colors, you have to come out of the shell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the joy of the season fill your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-755152896701924990?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/755152896701924990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=755152896701924990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/755152896701924990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/755152896701924990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-all-i-need-to-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SeHtnyiR3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bpScuMjyg44/s72-c/000_Happy+Easter1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-7671108151637751699</id><published>2009-04-12T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:28:45.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Easter Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 11-12, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrating Easter Every Day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/eswrbmzntz_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/eswrbmzntz_esmwwvvmbnw.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 24:1-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter story is a message of hope. Yet many people celebrate this holiday with only chocolate bunnies and egg hunts because they do not know its real purpose. The gospel is precious information that Jesus asked His followers to spread widely (Matt. 28:19). He expects that each of us will be prepared to answer those who are curious about the hope we have (1 Peter 3:15).&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is unique. Other religions and belief systems have a "doer" philosophy. In other words, to achieve eternal life, a follower must follow leaders' instructions, adhere to rules, and/or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give as much as he is told. The Christian life also includes good works, obeying commandments, and tithing. However, these activities are the result of serving Christ rather than a supposed method for reaching heaven. Instead of placing our hope in human ambition and diligence, we recognize Jesus as the only path to God.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ's primary purpose in coming to earth was to die for mankind's transgressions. Had He stayed in His tomb, everyone would be responsible for his or her own sin-debt. But Jesus conquered the grave, which means that His followers can too. Those who believe in Him are released from their death penalty and invited to spend eternity with God.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing with the amazing message of God's love? The commission to "go and make disciples" is meant to be an integral part of every believer's life. We should share about Jesus while at home, at work, among friends, or pursuing hobbies. In other words, we are to celebrate Easter every day.&lt;br /&gt;For more biblical teaching and resources from Dr. Charles Stanley, please visit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/xdbsrkfzms_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/xdbsrkfzms_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.intouch.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/czptqblfgp_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/czptqblfgp_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click here to listen to Dr. Stanley at OnePlace.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FEATURED RESOURCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/jtdwjptvkj_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/jtdwjptvkj_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/hgswpbfydb_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/hgswpbfydb_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/sfnybhfdcj_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/sfnybhfdcj_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The In Step with God Workbook&lt;br /&gt;The Creator of the universe is constantly at work all around you, inviting you to join in His endeavors. But sometimes it's hard to understand how He's working and what your part truly is. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Stanley's insightful new book will help you better understand God's personality and the way He operates. As you see Him more clearly, the meaning of events around you and your own life will come into sharper focus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/xdbsrkfzts_esmwwvvmbnw.html" href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/xdbsrkfzts_esmwwvvmbnw.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used with permission from In Touch Ministries, Inc. © 2009 All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-7671108151637751699?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7671108151637751699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=7671108151637751699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7671108151637751699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7671108151637751699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrating-easter-every-day.html' title='Celebrating Easter Every Day'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8153063469001589862</id><published>2009-04-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:18:04.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wouldyoulikesomeheartwiththat.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-jesus-did-it-all-out-of-love.html"&gt;Easter - Jesus did it all out of love!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus did it all out of love!Okay… this is for all you church members out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In his last hours with his disciples, Jesus made a promise. It’s a promise that still applies to us today because we too are his disciples. Jesus said: “I am leaving you with a gift – peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” John 14:27The peace Jesus is talking &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;about is not the peace of forgiven sins, although we certainly have a great peace because our sins have been forgiven. This particular peace comes when a person gives himself/herself fully to Jesus – nothing held back. In other words, the issue of Lordship is settled.Obviously, this kind of peace is unknown to the unsaved. But sadly, many church members do not know this peace. So can a person be saved and miss out on this peace? Yes. You see, you may have settled the Savior issue but you have not settled the Lordship issue. Have you truly given it all to him? Are you holding back? Jesus is Lord of all or he is not Lord at all in your life. Which is&lt;/span&gt; it for you?&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is a driver’s seat in your heart. There is room for only one person in that seat. So who is sitting in the driver’s seat? You or Jesus?Now read this part carefully. One day Jesus will speak some very frightening, heart-breaking words. These words will be spoken to many “church members.”“Not everyone who calls out to me, ‘Lord! Lord!’ will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Only those who actually do the will of my Father in heaven will enter. On judgment day many will say to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me, ‘Lord! Lord! We prophesied in your name and cast out demons in your name and performed many miracles in your name.’ But I will reply, ‘I never knew you. Get away from me, you who break God’s laws.’ Matthew 7:21-23 (NLT)So do you really have the peace of mind and heart this Easter? I pray that you never hear the words “I never knew you.” Settle it today!“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts…” Col. 3:15a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8153063469001589862?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8153063469001589862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8153063469001589862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8153063469001589862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8153063469001589862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8992986125700201787</id><published>2009-02-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:34:13.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Day</title><content type='html'>Well I have to go to work .. but it been a nice day so far. spending time with Chris at home and talking to mom on the pc. it nice out for a change.. I am feeling alot better since I am over this sickness I had. I have to go and have surgery on April 15 th on my stomach. I have a hypeia on it .. it is causing me to throw everything up and nothing keeping anything down. the doctor is very good. I wont have any more trouble with it so I hope I wont and I know I wont because God is in my life and he is watching over me everyday.. I love him so much and without him in my life I would be nothing. He is the one that die on the cross for our sins. and We are not perfect but we all  can ask for forgiveness and help us walk the walk and talk the talk.. He is number in my life and I am so glad to have found him. I am so much trying to be the christian I can be with my husband. I am so happy for once in my life. and could not ask for anything better. well it is time for work so i will post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8992986125700201787?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8992986125700201787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8992986125700201787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8992986125700201787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8992986125700201787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-my-day.html' title='About My Day'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-5903364157871947630</id><published>2009-02-19T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:16:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Us Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It nice to be well once again. We both was down and sick on Valentines Day. I could not work. I miss like 3 or 4 days of work. I was so sick and hullcation .. seeing things that is not there.. but it becaue i was running a very high fever but I am so glad it is all over with now. I cant believe that sunday i had no voice and still went to work. but I made it. U know things dont seem so important at the time when u dont feel like getting up and doing things. but once u do then u start feeling better about your day as it go by. anyways. today chris took me to eat at Kings since we both was in bed sick on Valentines. so that is my late dinner. it was good too. We both are doing so much better. Bless the day with the Lord as it his day because if it was not for him . u wold not be here right now.. anyways. just sitting here talking to freinds and family on the net and at the house . trying to get it clean so I can get ready to move my parents up here. cant wait for that day to come. I am so much looking forward to it. it is snowing here . i hope this will be the last snow fall we have . I cant wait until summer. it will be so nice once it get here. anyways will write more later. I am so tired .i work over nite and did not get much sleep . God bless u all and see u all in mail soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-5903364157871947630?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5903364157871947630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=5903364157871947630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5903364157871947630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/5903364157871947630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-us-again.html' title='About Us Again'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-3316832584219490124</id><published>2009-02-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:12:20.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am justing sitting here with alot on my mind. Chris is gone to take some freinds to the hospital to see her son. His kidney has failed. Keep him in prayer plz. His name is Johnnie.. Then Chris is Getting depressed because it is close to being a year since Dad passed away. He was very close to his father and it upset me knowing Chris is facing this and he has never let it go yet. Just keep us in prayers. I know God put us together and he wont let us faded apart. God is a miracle to me and my life. He let my real father come back into my life about 5 yrs ago and I cant think him enough for that. then God let me live because he is not finishe with me yet. Sometime I feel like I am not worth livign because that is how I feel But god Comes to me in my heart and said baby girl I am here for u. Just carried me with u and nothing will hurt u. I do believe this because I have not been hurt since I been In pennsylvania. I have let go of the pass and move on. yes we all get discourage about life and dont want to be with our loved ones but then something get a hold of u and say listen here. and u pull yourself out of the stoop u are in. I love my lord and I cant say it enough. I need to get back into church and start serving my lord better. I feel alot better when I know I am serving My lord. the devil try to pull me down all the time but I fight the fight I need to be strong then he.. Chris loves the lord as well . We both used to pray together and read our bibles togehter and I need to get back in to soon. it upset me to see him cry for his father but He is with the lord and dancing and signing and doign things the lord wants him to do and he is not hurting anymore. I will write more later on that when it get close to his Year anniversary beign away from us all. Well I will write more later and Post pics as well. thanks for all those reading this and Plz keep the Ritters in your prayers. We love u and hope to talk again soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-3316832584219490124?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3316832584219490124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=3316832584219490124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/3316832584219490124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/3316832584219490124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-chris.html' title='Me And Chris'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-1859324594182170071</id><published>2009-02-06T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:04:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We won the Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>Yippie. We won the super bowl. I never had ever been a football fan but since I marry my husband and found us sitting in the living as a family watching the game on Sunday . I got into it. And I can say now I am definatily A Steelers Girl. Everyone here go crazy when it is Football season. they decorate their yard up with Steelers things. Never seen anything like it. But this is Steelers Country. I had to work when the Parade was downtown but I got pics of the parade off my tv. Yea I said it. Off the Tv.. I will post them soon.. When I get them Off of my camera. They are not good But hey At least it memories. We now have a Six Pack. We won &gt;&gt; That is all I can Say &gt; We are Black And Yellow Now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-1859324594182170071?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1859324594182170071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=1859324594182170071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1859324594182170071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1859324594182170071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-won-super-bowl.html' title='We won the Super Bowl'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-599299789215289902</id><published>2008-06-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Our Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ccff&gt;Well I know it Been a while since I wrote in here.. Well alot has happen since the last time I wrote in here. I came to Texas to be with my parents and I left Chris my Hubsand behind for 4 mths. Then My father in law passed on March 17 , 2008 .. It was very hard on me and my husband.. We are living okay I guess. Just missing him.. Well my brother made it home from prison on June 6..I am so glad he is here..We get alone so good.. We had a great relationship.. I cant live with out it. I miss my husband so much and cant wait to see him on Thursday . &lt;/FONT&gt;&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/3900289824143992842-599299789215289902?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/599299789215289902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=599299789215289902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/599299789215289902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/599299789215289902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-our-marriage.html' title='Update On Our Marriage'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-2812603049578280592</id><published>2008-01-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;well it is New Year and I had to work today and I am sick and cant keep my food down..anyways , we went to James house , chris's cousin house and Lisa went with us. she is chris's ex but with James now so we had fun. we play video games and then watch the ball drop, I pass out because i was already tired from working long hours and couldnot help it..I just love my husband and cant ask for a better person. anyways, so lets see what the lord has in store for us this year. cant wait to see it..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-2812603049578280592?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2812603049578280592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=2812603049578280592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2812603049578280592'/><link rel='self' 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saturday and before we left we get a phone call saying that uncle tex has passed away.. he was eating breakfast and talking to everyone and when they went back to check on him , he was gone. it is strange but who knows . he was 75 yrs old. so i got very close to him since the year i have been here. everytime he walk to town ,he would bring me things back and ask me if i was okay and would treat me like his own daughter. but he was getting to where he just gave up and he was ready. i found him laying on the floor in his room just about dead . i call dad up and we got him to come down the stairs and sit and try to get him to eat and he would not eat for nothing so we call the social workers out that take care of old people like him and they took him tothe hositpal and that is where he stay until he went to the nursing home and he live another 4 months .. it is odd everyone in chris family died on the 22 day of every month. it a family tradition. anyways the viewing is tonite and tomorrow is the funeral. i go back to work tomorrow nite so maybe i will be okay. i have to be strong for chris and his parents , tex live all of his life with themand never got married or dating anyone that i know of.. his sister died 2 months ago on the 22 so he is in heaven with her and his parents .. anyways will keep u all in form and will posted picture when i get back.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="Large Heading TopPadSmall" vAlign=bottom width="55%"&gt;Carl Frederick Ritter&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="1%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD class=TopPadSmall align=right width="44%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="Notice TopPadSmall" colSpan=3&gt;&lt;!-- RITTER,  CARL FREDERICK--&gt;RITTER CARL FREDERICK&lt;BR/&gt;On Sat., Dec. 22, 2007, formerly of McKees Rocks and Sheraden; beloved son of the late Charles and Ella Ritter; brother of Robert J., Donald L., John C. and the late Annabelle Hanbury and Ella Anslow; also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Friends received 2-4 &amp;amp; 7-9pm WEDNESDAY ONLY at the THOMAS P. KUNSAK FUNERAL HOME, INC., 3552 California Ave. at Davis Ave. where service will be held Thurs. 11am. &lt;BR/&gt;Send condolences at post-gazette.com/gb&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-2374216073560627315?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2374216073560627315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=2374216073560627315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2374216073560627315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2374216073560627315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/uncle-tex-died.html' title='Uncle Tex Died'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8158688165876767456</id><published>2007-12-26T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating Our LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Well it has been a while since i been in here.. well here is a layout what has happen since the last nite i been in here..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;dec 7-=- we left my mom and dad house in garland texas , our bus ride was a long and rough and drug out ride.. our bags got lost and a good thing they found them when they did.. we had like 4 transfers and it was bad.. our bus ride ended on dec 8 at 12: 30 in the afternoon.. our bags was not there when we arrive so we call on the hour every hour.. anyway, we made it home and safe and was glad to be home. ..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;dec 9- it is sunday day and we went to the bus station to get our bags and i was glad to get them for my harddrive was in there... we got everything home and put it all up and chris hook up my harddrive..chris mom and dad was glad to see us , they just hug me and would not let me go.. i love them alot.. well the day has ended and it is time to go to bed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;dec 10- i went to greentree mcdonalds to see if he wanted to hired me still and he never return my phone calls or anything so i went to stay at the mcdonalds where i was working at before.. the manager at greentree cant keep no workers because of the way he does his people and it not right.. we went to eat at golden corral and the food there suck big time.. i really did not like their food there.. another day has come and gone..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;dec 11- 20- i work my ass off and it is getting tired some. but i love my job because of the people and friends i have made by working there. they all are so glad i decide to stay there and not leave .. i have work like 14 hours or longer everyday and nite .just when they need me i go in and i dont complain.. that is why i made employer of the month the first month i was there... we went to a couple of freinds house and went bowling and boy did i mess up ,never been in my life and that was my first time. i really did enjoy my self and i was so give out because i had work the whole day and then we went out right after work. i got paid and had my nails done . they really mess up on my nails and i still am mad at that.. well that is it for now will write more later.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&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/3900289824143992842-8158688165876767456?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8158688165876767456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8158688165876767456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8158688165876767456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8158688165876767456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/updating-our-life.html' title='Updating Our LIfe'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-2394705355354909467</id><published>2007-12-07T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Well, I have not wrote anything from this last week&amp;nbsp; so I will write as I remember what we had done during the week. This has been a hetic&amp;nbsp; , rainy, and cold week for us both.. We both ended up sick . then my father was sick.. but all in all , we are all okay.. so here I go:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Monday: We went to granny to see Judy my baby sister, We left home sunday evening then we got there that day around the same time my sister did.. We really enjoy the visit we had with her. will post some pictures too. She is looking so good. I hope she continue to do better .. We went to town with Lori, kellie and judy and mom and me and chris and kids. We had a blast , when to make copies of pictures for lori that i had put on a disk for her.. then we came back and we left to come back to dallas that nite.. Lori is having it hard right now as well as we all are. So keep my family in prayers.. We had a safe trip home .. and went to bed for the nite..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Tuesday: Got up and clean up house, then we play on the pc all day until we went to play bingo.. we had a nice nite . We snuggle and play together. and he was watching my numbers. I can not go anywhere without him.. He is my sidekick .. He a very loving husband. Could not ask for a better one..&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Wednesday: It was rainy and cold out. We really did not do much of anything . but got trash out and listen to the music and then watch Snap on tv. a crime show. then we got ready and went to play bingo again.. we lost but hey it was for the fun of it anyways.. Daddy cook steak, homemade rolls, potatoe salad when we got home last nite.. itwas delicous too.. then we went to bed .. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Thursday: well we all got up early and we went to town. then we came home and got ready to get things done for the trip home in the morning. it is going to be a long 28 hours ride. got a phone call while we was at bingo tonite about chris father being in the hospital with fluid swollen his legs and feet. they kept him, it is because of heart failure. so please keep him in your prayers..everyone is sleeping but me, i cant sleep but i will on the bus. getting ready to go to work and see my second mom and being in my bed.. anyways, nothing excited so far.. I will keep posting things in here. that he writes me or i write to him.. I lovehim so much and i hope he dont ever cheat on me or do me wrong because i will be just crushed and hurt.. And I dont put up with shit like that either..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-2394705355354909467?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2394705355354909467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=2394705355354909467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2394705355354909467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2394705355354909467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-7805290388930622341</id><published>2007-11-29T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT OUR DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00cccc&gt;WELL, GOT UP AND CAME AND GOT ON THE PC THIS MORNING.. WE DID NOTHING TODAY EXCEPT TAKE MY MOM TO THE DOCTOR AND THEN I WAS SICK ALL DAY.. WE SPENT 3 HOURS AT THE DOCTOR OFFICE WITH MOM. THEN WE CAME HOME AND COOK SUPPER AND THEN WE ARE PLAYING ON THE PC .. AND TALKING TO OUR FRIENDS.. AMY AND CAREY CAME OVER TODAY. HIGHER THEN A KITE. I DONT KNOW WHAT THEY WAS ON BUT THEY COULD NOT BE STILL OR SHUT UP FOR NOTHING .. AND CAREY SAID SOMETHING THAT PISSED ME OFF. HE SAID I WAS A BOSSY WIFE TO CHRIS AND THAT OUR MARRIAGE WOULD NOT LAST 6 MTHS..AND SAID YOUR DAD HAS TOLD ME ALOT OF SHIT ABOUT U. AND I LOOK AT THEMAND SAID WAS IT GOOD OR BAD. AND HE LAUGH AND SAID WHAT DO U THINK.. SO I CONFRONTED MY FATHER ABOUT IT AND HE WAS TEARS THINKING I WAS THAT STUPID . AND I SAID I KNOW U DID NOT SAY THAT DAD BUT I NEEDED TO KNOW TO MAKE SURE.. THEY ARE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE MAKER. .COME OVER TO SEE IF MY MOM HAD ANY CANDY..I CALL MY SISTER CRYSTAL AND SHE WOULD NOT HARDLY TALK TO ME.. BUT SHE IS SUPPOSE TO BE CALLING ME. SO WE WILL SEE.. ANYTHING NOTHING ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON.. CHRIS KISS ME GOODNITE AND HE WENT TO BED. AND I AM FIXING TO HEAD THAT WAY.. MORE LATER..&lt;/FONT&gt;&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/3900289824143992842-7805290388930622341?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7805290388930622341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=7805290388930622341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7805290388930622341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7805290388930622341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-our-day.html' title='ABOUT OUR DAY'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8395726811912062255</id><published>2007-11-29T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Made Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;Why God Made Moms &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080 size=2&gt;Why God made Moms - BRILLIANT Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions!! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Why did God make mothers? &lt;BR/&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is. &lt;BR/&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house. &lt;BR/&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How did God make mothers? &lt;BR/&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us. &lt;BR/&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring &lt;BR/&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of? &lt;BR/&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean. 2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Why did God give you your mother &amp;amp;not some other mom? &lt;BR/&gt;1. We're related &lt;BR/&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What kind of little girl was your mom? &lt;BR/&gt;1 . My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff. &lt;BR/&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;BR/&gt;3. They say she used to be nice. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him? &lt;BR/&gt;1. His last name. &lt;BR/&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? &lt;BR/&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Why did your m om marry your dad? &lt;BR/&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot. &lt;BR/&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him. &lt;BR/&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Who's the boss at your house? &lt;BR/&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball. &lt;BR/&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed. &lt;BR/&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's the difference between moms &amp;amp;dads? &lt;BR/&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home &amp;amp;dads just go to work at work. &lt;BR/&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them. &lt;BR/&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp;amp;stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR/&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time? &lt;BR/&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time. &lt;BR/&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect? &lt;BR/&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery. &lt;BR/&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be? &lt;BR/&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that. &lt;BR/&gt;2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me. &lt;BR/&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8395726811912062255?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8395726811912062255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8395726811912062255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8395726811912062255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8395726811912062255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-god-made-moms.html' title='Why God Made Moms'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8176651637735408561</id><published>2007-11-28T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Well, I am back to update u all on what has been going on.. So here is the last couple of days:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Sunday: Mom woke up and wanted to go to Cousin Sandra's house to visit because she was bored and we needed to find out about the cooked out we are having this coming Saturday before I leave to go back home.. So we went and she was not at home, she was at church and so we went to Carla and Chris house and waited on them to get home from church . We had sandwiches for lunch and took pictures of everyone which is on the top of this entry.. Anyway, Staci was wanting to lay down so Sandra had us follow her home and so we did . We sat around and talk and watch James video and I wrote down his poems which i will post on here soon.. and then she wanted me to take some picturesof everyone so i can have some. And we was taking pictures. I kid u not , I went to take a pictures of Jame, Staci and Sandra together . the last one she had made before he passed 3 yrs ago. and a ghost came on his pictures which is posted as well. if u look closer to it , u will see angels wings with a heart in the middle of it.. anyway, it was time we came home to get supper ready for dad and bj.. so we came home and got supper cook. sat and watch tv with them.. then we got ont he pc some and i got sick again . so I told chris lets go and lay down so we did.. so that was Sunday nite .. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Monday: we got up and I came and got on my pc while everyone else was sleeping. I had some quiet time. Well Chris did not see or feel me in bed so he got up and came and check on me..&amp;nbsp; I told him i was okay.. Just feeling sick but I know the lord is going to help me and so far he has not let me down and he wont.. We stay home all day monday and just relax and getting aniexty about going home to my bed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Tuesday:' We went to The Good Samartian And Got food. Then We came home and sat all day. Dad Got sick and so we took care of him..I went to bed early because of being sick.. We play on the pc together once again and listen to our favorites songs&amp;nbsp; that we listen to when we first got together.. nothing really was going on today.. it was bored and very cold outside.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Wednesday: What another joyful day we had .. We went to eat at Wendy's and then came home and play on the pc and help mom cook supper tonite. everyone is in bed already so I am fixing to head that way. I am hurting tonite , in my head and my shoulder.. May god watch over us all and guide us thur another wonderful day.. Love u all who reads this and hope to have comments and things. keep checking back and u will never know what u will see in here.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Good nite and may god bless u all..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8176651637735408561?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8176651637735408561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8176651637735408561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8176651637735408561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8176651637735408561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-3897529986064653822</id><published>2007-11-24T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff&gt;Well, It has been great the last two days, the only thing is that I have been sick alot lately, I think it is my nerves and ready to go home to sleep in my bed. But dont want to leave my parents. they really do need me alot.. Me and Chris&amp;nbsp; has been so happy . we have not had no argument at all. not even when we was dating unless it was his exs trying to butt in. then I would threat to leave him and he straighten up really quit and started to cry and beg me not to leave. He has been doing alot better. He calls me his beautiful firecracker.. He kisses me each morning when he get up and tell me that he loves me. We sat together last nite and watch Ghost Rider on my pc. and I fell alsleep in my chair and he kept trying to get me up to go to bed and I would not go until he went to bed. We . took some pictures of us and of our baby puppy. will post them later.. My brother BJ went to find out why his wife has not return none of his phones calls or anything and to come and find out . she was in lewisville with her boyfriend while the babies was at her parents house.. Talking to Traci and Wise . my friends on yahoo. they are really good to me and chris. She is like a sister to me .. Cant wait to meet them in a couple of months.. other then that . we have nothing excite to do until we get home.. but at least it is warm and a roof over our head and the lord with us in everything we do .. With out him we have nothing..Well off to bed and will write more as I think of it.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-3897529986064653822?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3897529986064653822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=3897529986064653822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/3897529986064653822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/3897529986064653822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-wonderful-day.html' title='Our Wonderful Day'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-2106819062382481486</id><published>2007-11-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Well, It Is Thanksgiving Day.. Our First Holiday As A Married Couple.. It is Great. We Are At My Moms In Garland Texas.. My Cousin William And his Wife Sam And Son Sean Came Over To Celebrate It With Us. My Brother BJ is Also Here.. We Had A Great Turkey. Dressing. Banana Pudding.. Pinto Beans.. Mashed Potatoes.. Gribit Gravy.. Everything was Delicous. I Got Sick But&amp;nbsp; I Am Okay. My Stomach Is Giving Me Problems Again.. Will Post Pictures Later today.. Now Everyone is Sleeping Except for Me, Chris, And Mom . We Are On The Pc Together..Just Adding Pictures of our first Thanksgiving together at mom and dads house with william and his family...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-2106819062382481486?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2106819062382481486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=2106819062382481486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2106819062382481486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/2106819062382481486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-8553002999207534162</id><published>2007-11-21T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;Well . I got up Around 5:30 this morning to let my puppy and the other dogs out.. And then I clean up the kitchen for my mother. and I came and got on the pc and starting doing my mail and accepting friends on myspace page.. Chris just got up about 10:25 am .. Came and gave me my good morning kiss and told me he loves me.. My cousin Amy is here visiting with us today and I show her wedding pictures and she has her dog Zoe with her.. Now Chris is on my father pc and the first song he play was Faithfully by Journey.. Well , I went to bed early last nite. because of a bad stomach ache and it would not quit cramping and went to walmart and got some food for thursday .. turkey day.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-8553002999207534162?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8553002999207534162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=8553002999207534162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8553002999207534162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/8553002999207534162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-1280303608730253906</id><published>2007-11-20T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Well It is Tuesday Morning.. We Got Up and Chris Went With My Mom To Get A Thanksgiving Box .. I Woke Up With A Note From My Loving Husband.. Yesterday Was My Father Birthday. Dad, Chris And Bj . Clean Up The Yard And Mowing And Fixed The Puppy Pens..We Went To Play Bingo . Dad Got To Play For A Penny...We Ate Chicken, Scallops Potatoes.. It Was Delicous..Chris is so loving to me .. He Is God Sent To Me.. He is Not Only My Best Freinds But My Loving Husband.. I Love Him So Much..Here Is What He Wrote To Me This Morning..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;HONEY DONT FORGET TO DO MY PAGE OK I LOVE YOU.......... put those ones before the wedding on there &amp;amp; in its own album......&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;Now Tell Me That Is Not Sweet And A Loving Husband I Have..&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-tUobwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkYvGTxe7HY/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3ih5iCltLQ2Zsv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;Just Too Cute Of Us...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;Well all we did today was play on the pc and watch tv together.. and ate supper and now it is about time for bed.. I am doing my mail and he is playing solitare on my dad pc. We talk to mom on the phone. and she is all ready for us to come home. she misses us so much and cant wait to see us.. I Love them so much. they just dont know ...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-1280303608730253906?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1280303608730253906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=1280303608730253906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1280303608730253906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/1280303608730253906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-posting.html' title='Just Posting'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-tUobwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkYvGTxe7HY/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3ih5iCltLQ2Zsv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-7046693334204312151</id><published>2007-11-19T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;Well It Is Nov 17, 07.. It Is Our Big Day.. We Had A Day Before The Wedding. We Took Pictures At My Grandmother House Of Us and Then We Got Up On Saturday Morning To Decorated The Community Center In Reklaw. Texas... It Was Raining But It Really Turn Out To Be A Great Wedding.. The Building Turn Out To Be Great. We Not Only Had Our Wedding But Our Thanksgiving Dinner as The Reception .. It Was First And Then The Wedding Was Last.. I Had A Maid Of Honor, 3 Bridemaids,&amp;nbsp; And A Best Man, And 3 Groomsmens.. 2 Flowers Girls. A Miniture Bride..&amp;nbsp; And My Father Gave Me Away.. We Was All Dress Nice. So All In All It Turn Out To Be Great. Chris Cry When My Father Said I Do .. To Turn Me Over To Him..&amp;nbsp; It Was Happy Tears.. I Am So Glad To Have My Husband In My Life. He Is Trutly A Blessing To Me With His Parents.. The Lord Was With Us During This Time. There Was 47 people There.. Did Not Really Expected That Many But I Was Shocked.. Here Are Some Pictures:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;After The Wedding .. We Went To My Sister Neighorbor Friends House And Had A Drinking Party. I got Drunk.. But It Was All Good. So It All Went Great Like We Wanted ..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;The Songs We Played Are As Following:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;Faithfully- Journey- As I Walk Down The Aisle&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;I Cross My Heart- By George Strait- After My Father Said I Do.. It Was Chris Song To Me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;The Love Of My Life- Darla Day- After We Said The Vows.. My Song To My Husband&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;Keeper Of The Stars- Tracy Byrd- Our Dance Song&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;My Little Girl- Tim Mcgraw- My And Dad Dance Song- Father And Daughter&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff size=4&gt;Thankful Heart- Petra- The Very First Song Chris Deitcation To Me When We Got Together..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-7046693334204312151?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7046693334204312151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=7046693334204312151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7046693334204312151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/7046693334204312151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-wedding.html' title='Our Wedding'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289824143992842.post-4371087232523231594</id><published>2007-11-19T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:47:43.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I Was On A Chat Line With Some Friends One Nite.. It Is Called PalTalk..It Is Where U Can Listen To Music And Talk on Mic and View Each Other On Cam.. I Was About To Delete PalTalk On The Nite Of September 2, 06.. And This Guy Came On And Private Messenge Me.. And Ask If We Could Talk For A Bit. I said Yes . Why Not.. As We Got To Talking.. We Started To Know We Ha Alot of Things In Common.. We Both Love The Lord &amp;gt;Jesus Christ And Love to Go To Church..As Time Went By.. He was Dating A Girl At The Time That We Met .. But He Did Not Like The Bar Scene And In Order To Be With This Girl.. He Had To Met Her Everynite At The Bar.. He Got Tired Of It and Started To Talk To Me About Relationships.. How He Was Treated And How Girls Always Cheated On Him And I told Him How Guys Beat on Me And Cheated On Me and That I Did Not Think I was Ready For Another Relationship At The Time. I Just Had Broke It Off After 5 Yrs With Wyndell...A Couple Of Months Prior To This.. So As Time Went By . We Talk More And More Each Nite. Sometime All Nite Long . He Would Sing To Me and I Would Sing to him. Then The Middle Of January &amp;gt; He Ask Me If I would Come up In Feburary For A couple Of Weeks .. So We Could Get To Know Each other Better In Person.. I agree and I Went up There. Left Here Around Feb 15, 07.. We Stay In the Motel That First Nite .. With Two Beds . He Slept On one And I Slept On One. Or That Is How It Was Going to Be .. I took A showder After Being On The Bus for 2 Days .. When I Got Out . I Went To Get Dress. My Shoulder Decide To Pop Out.. So He Rushed Me To The Hospital .. And They put it back in place after I Stay The Nite In the Hospital.. He Went to his Parents House to let them know I was Going to be okay.. Then When I got Release The Next morning. He Said U are coming with me to my house and stay.. Wayne and Scott Had his Bedroom . So We Had to stay In The Attic.. So I Said Okay.. Well I Was on His laptop Up In the Attic and He Was On His Mother Pc Downstairs.. Well I got to Cough and Could Not Quit And My Shoulder Decide To Pop Out Again. This Time I Stay 2 weeks In the Hospital.. I had Penumonia As Well..Chris Stay With Me The Whole Time.. We Come Home and Wayon Had Got Him A House That His Father Brought For Him And He move in It .. So We had Chris room Back.. We Was On The Pc one nite . And Chris Ask Me A Question As We Look At Each Other.. He Ask Me To be His Wife.. With Tears Coming Down His Face.. I Said yes And Yes We Had Problems And I was going to leave him a couple Of times.. But The Lord work them out for us and I know The Lord Put us Together . Because A month Before I went to be with him. I pray Every nite hard to the Lord and ask him ..If this is what U want me to do . Then Show Me and Guide me .. And This is Who My Soulmate is . Chris Spoil Me Rotten. We Go to Church Together And He is a Very Great Guy . I am So glad to have him in my life..&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000 size=4&gt;Here is a Couple Of Pictures Taken When I Got There:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-tjyIwEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UDYxDfKw7Rw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3iuprU1QBZMEAv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-tyEjyOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-r-UUfP2s7A/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3imHEooylJ5m6v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Us Before My Shoulder Surgeny&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-uDQ0SNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wwNS7BR55NI/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3ioWsXZFZqRAdv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This Is The House We Live In With His Parents&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-unIlYdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oF34N3fldeo/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3iqULmwVPe-jcv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Me In The Hospital The Second Time&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-u1i7vtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zT1wkE1rDo8/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3iq1RDTXcxUtDv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Us Together After I Got Out The Hospital The First Time&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_5" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_5&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289824143992842-4371087232523231594?l=our-life-begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4371087232523231594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289824143992842&amp;postID=4371087232523231594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4371087232523231594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289824143992842/posts/default/4371087232523231594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-life-begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-we-met.html' title='How We Met'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05177158709840127004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SrR3NgLwzSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_MF65hRevM/S220/l_e5d66fac57484deeac98c79173f722cb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kh37zbrEpM/SO1-tjyIwEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UDYxDfKw7Rw/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5cd0j28c-tEZgkXFx9dlF-a3iuprU1QBZMEAv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
