<?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-4869535932241472332</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:25:29.733-06:00</updated><category term='Quads'/><title type='text'>Never A Dull Moment</title><subtitle type='html'>"A man may plot out his course, but it is the LORD who directs his steps."
 Proverbs 16:9</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6987232609168223766</id><published>2012-01-25T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:25:22.956-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>I got a little sneak peek at the babies yesterday. I wasn't expecting to see them again until next week so it was quite the treat. Every time I see them I get more and more excited. In a few short months we will become Mom and Dad to four sweet babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, C, and D were moving around like crazy. The doctor said that even though I can't feel them moving yet, they definitely feel each other. Little B was a bit more subdued. The doctor thinks he was sleeping because both arms were crossed over his face. Kinda like he was trying to ignore his wild siblings. It was one of the sweetest things I've ever seen!&amp;nbsp;(I decided to use the generic "him/his/he" instead of saying "it". Maybe I'll regret it one day, we'll see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our excitement people often ask us if we are in denial. Or when they find out we are having quads they say we &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; be in denial because we are so calm about it. Honestly, I don't think Reid or I were ever in denial about the news. We spent about three hours in complete shock and felt pretty overwhelmed before the idea of having four at once began to feel like it was exactly the way we were supposed to have a family. I will say that from the second the sonographer told us there were four babies I felt a sense of peace that was truly from the Lord. I struggle with anxiety and didn't feel a bit anxious about the news. I knew that getting pregnant with four babies wasn't some kind of medical mistake. I strongly believe that the Lord used our infertility to give us the children that had been planned for us before the beginning of time. But, it would be remiss of me not to tell you we were still stunned and the news was really difficult to wrap our heads around at first. I had prayed for several months before the IUI that God would have His way in our lives, whatever that meant - biological children or adopted. What's amazing to me is that He wanted more for us than we ever could have ever imagined for ourselves. And this is only just the beginning. That's what makes me so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we see the babies we should be able to find out their genders. We are hoping that they all cooperate. Either way, just knowing who one or two of them are by next week would be great. This weekend we are picking our fourth girl and boy names just in case we get all of one or the other. Can't wait to introduce our babies to you by name sometime very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6987232609168223766?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6987232609168223766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/excited.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6987232609168223766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6987232609168223766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2180761805454063482</id><published>2012-01-23T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:20:55.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>13 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, we've made it 13 weeks! This Thursday we will be welcoming the second trimester. That's really hard for me to believe. What's crazier is that it has been 7 weeks since we found out about our fab four. And we only have seven weeks of "normal" life left until the threat of bed rest begins. Oh, I'm not quite ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, I'm still feeling great. I've been trying to keep a positive and thankful outlook and I think it's really helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's been hard to get used to is the fatigue. I feel like I'm more and more tired everyday. I don't know how other moms of quads work until 15-20 weeks. I have SO much respect for those women. I'm beyond grateful that I'm able to take it easy and rest as often as I need to. So here's to hoping the second trimester brings lots of energy... Fingers crossed anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the belly pic. Maybe the second trimester will also bring better picture quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P37iox0fOMQ/Tx3rQ7anC1I/AAAAAAAADys/wxEwlgMt8ac/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P37iox0fOMQ/Tx3rQ7anC1I/AAAAAAAADys/wxEwlgMt8ac/s320/photo.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 weeks 6 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2180761805454063482?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2180761805454063482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/13-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2180761805454063482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2180761805454063482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/13-weeks.html' title='13 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P37iox0fOMQ/Tx3rQ7anC1I/AAAAAAAADys/wxEwlgMt8ac/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2917517234819929167</id><published>2012-01-20T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:17:00.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>12 Week Pictures</title><content type='html'>We had our weekly appointment today and everything looked great. Here are their latest measurements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies A &amp;amp; C - 12 weeks 4 days (right on target)&lt;br /&gt;Baby B - 12 weeks 1 day (a little smaller than the others but nothing to be worried about)&lt;br /&gt;Baby D - 13 weeks (already measuring into next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were told that Baby D was measuring big Reid quickly responded with, "That's my boy!" I couldn't help but have visions of that being our only daughter and told him to be careful what he says. Baby D now has the most space and poor A is scrunched with siblings surrounding. Baby C takes the best picture and Baby B was the most active. Their little profiles and arms were much more defined today. For the first time I thought they actually looked like cute little babies. Its crazy how much they change in just 10 days.&amp;nbsp;It is so fun to get to see them grow and see how different they all are even in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting fact I just want to remember for memory's sake is that I am measuring at 20 weeks. In other words, if a resident who didn't know my history (and assumed I was having just one baby) came to examine me, he would conclude I am 20 weeks along. After a week of worrying I wasn't big enough that news made me feel SO MUCH better. I guess being tall is finally paying off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we feel so blessed that all the babies are doing so well. It is such a tangible answer to prayer every time we go to the doctor. We know that God has a special purpose for all four of these babies and we feel so very honored to get to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVWQdGD-cjM/Txo7a1-NgCI/AAAAAAAADyY/UxatAtiIbng/s1600/1.20.2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVWQdGD-cjM/Txo7a1-NgCI/AAAAAAAADyY/UxatAtiIbng/s320/1.20.2012.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2917517234819929167?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2917517234819929167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-week-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2917517234819929167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2917517234819929167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-week-pictures.html' title='12 Week Pictures'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVWQdGD-cjM/Txo7a1-NgCI/AAAAAAAADyY/UxatAtiIbng/s72-c/1.20.2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3862790166545791520</id><published>2012-01-16T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:16:41.022-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>12 Weeks</title><content type='html'>We are well on our way out of the first trimester... Ten days to go but whose counting? Really I've been so blessed by such an easy first trimester that I'm praying the second will go just as well (and maybe bring more energy?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we switched doctors and hospitals. We decided to get a second opinion from a doctor who is highly sought after in the Dallas community, known for his success with multiples, and developed his own innovative cerclage procedure that will help keep the babies in as long as possible. I LOVE the OBGYN that I've seen since moving to Dallas, but the moment we met our new doctor we new the situation he and the hospital offered was the best fit for our family. A decision has never been so easy and so hard at the same time. I hated canceling with the doctor who took time during my annual appointments to get to know not only me but also the situation with my mom. In the end, emotions aside, Reid and I are making critical medical decisions and we have to do what we feel most comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my memory's sake I want to note that I had a bout with food poisoning over the weekend. Nothing too serious. It only lasted a little less than 24 hours. I probably freaked out a little more than I should have just because there are four babies taking up nutrients and I couldn't keep anything down. I phoned the doctor on call and he was wonderful to call in some Zofran. That stuff is legit. And amazing. And I'm planning to keep some in my medicine cabinet. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have another appointment until Friday. It will be the longest we've gone without an u/s and I can't wait to see how much the babies have grown. Today, my pregnancy email update says they are 2.5 inches long and the size of a large plum. Four large plums. Here's the proof. I feel like the change I made this week was huge (no pun intended). Thankfully, it appears that no one skipped a beat with the food poisoning. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJlTNGkQ-WY/TxSrUiLlaTI/AAAAAAAADyM/8oqqN56eakc/s1600/11w6d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJlTNGkQ-WY/TxSrUiLlaTI/AAAAAAAADyM/8oqqN56eakc/s320/11w6d.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11 weeks 6 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3862790166545791520?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3862790166545791520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3862790166545791520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3862790166545791520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-weeks.html' title='12 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJlTNGkQ-WY/TxSrUiLlaTI/AAAAAAAADyM/8oqqN56eakc/s72-c/11w6d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4730265715155472073</id><published>2012-01-12T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:18:00.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years</title><content type='html'>On January 13, 2007 I married my best friend. I am so thankful for the husband he is and that God chose us for each other. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now I can't wait to experience all the joys of raising four kiddos with you!&amp;nbsp;Happy 5th anniversary, Reid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdKD9y-npJg/Tw-vC1kzSvI/AAAAAAAADyE/nuHGtHerjS4/s1600/grandle14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdKD9y-npJg/Tw-vC1kzSvI/AAAAAAAADyE/nuHGtHerjS4/s640/grandle14.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4730265715155472073?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4730265715155472073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/five-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4730265715155472073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4730265715155472073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/five-years.html' title='Five Years'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdKD9y-npJg/Tw-vC1kzSvI/AAAAAAAADyE/nuHGtHerjS4/s72-c/grandle14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6399029742682239688</id><published>2012-01-09T20:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:08:30.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>11 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, I updated Blogger today and some how my 11 Week post got deleted. I'm so ticked and not really happy with the new blogger format. It was a lose, lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the thought of rewriting the post makes me want to cry, I'll just share the pictures and a few highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to see the babies on Monday. And we heard heartbeats. Such a sweet sound - I am so in awe of the way God creates life. They looked wonderful and I was reassured that what I am doing is working well. They all measured between 11 weeks and 11 weeks 2 days. I contemplated recording what my uterus is measuring, but some things are best left unsaid. Our next appointment isn't until January 20. This will be the longest time we've gone without seeing them. We are spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX18rvvEGbk/Tw-rJII-siI/AAAAAAAADxM/oY31gHls_tU/s1600/11weeks1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX18rvvEGbk/Tw-rJII-siI/AAAAAAAADxM/oY31gHls_tU/s320/11weeks1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TK8uZBqDpdA/Tw-rLPSZbEI/AAAAAAAADxU/7mSsRxldIfQ/s1600/11+weeks2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TK8uZBqDpdA/Tw-rLPSZbEI/AAAAAAAADxU/7mSsRxldIfQ/s320/11+weeks2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scT1fziiTg4/Tw-rNry2HNI/AAAAAAAADxc/4SbUw5Frc10/s1600/11weeksABCD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scT1fziiTg4/Tw-rNry2HNI/AAAAAAAADxc/4SbUw5Frc10/s320/11weeksABCD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now for belly pics. Here's the difference a month makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9J7NgMb1qw/Tw-srl9EwxI/AAAAAAAADx0/GRLEaGp0tDs/s1600/7w2d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9J7NgMb1qw/Tw-srl9EwxI/AAAAAAAADx0/GRLEaGp0tDs/s320/7w2d.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7 weeks 2 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz7_1m9YHMw/Tw-swhk2fjI/AAAAAAAADx8/uJuTAWg1Gcc/s1600/10w6d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz7_1m9YHMw/Tw-swhk2fjI/AAAAAAAADx8/uJuTAWg1Gcc/s320/10w6d.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 weeks 6 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each day that passes we get more and more excited! Can't wait to meet our babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6399029742682239688?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6399029742682239688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/11-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6399029742682239688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6399029742682239688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/11-weeks.html' title='11 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX18rvvEGbk/Tw-rJII-siI/AAAAAAAADxM/oY31gHls_tU/s72-c/11weeks1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1659640851325540623</id><published>2012-01-03T18:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:13:10.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>10 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Monday marked 10 weeks of pregnancy. Crazy how fast its already flying by! What's even more crazy to me is that I've been told that at 20 weeks I'm basically going to want to sit on the couch and gestate (and at that point hospital bed rest is also fair game) so I feel like the clock is really ticking to get things done!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid took last week off of work and we were able to get our house cleaned out and put back in order. We set up the cribs in the first nursery and set up the temporary guest room in the second nursery. For the first couple of months that the babies are home we plan for them to sleep two to a crib in one room. Once the flow of out of town guests dies down we'll set up the second nursery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my memory I want to remember a few things about my first 10 weeks of pregnancy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Overall, I've felt great! I had about 8-10 days of nausea. I think it was attributed to the extra 3mg of folic acid that my doctor prescribed. It subsided about a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Generally, I take a nap everyday and I'm ready for bed by 10 p.m. No more night owl here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My pre-pregnancy pants still fit in the waist, but they get a little snug at the end of the day and when I sit down. Still wearing normal shirts and sweaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Put my gym membership on hold until July. The most strenuous activity I can partake in is walking. Thank goodness for walks with Samson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I've had lower back pain and a few headaches, but nothing Tylenol couldn't fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel so, so blessed that, for the most part, I've felt really good! Everyone warned that pregnancy symptoms are usually magnified with multiples. I definitely do not take for granted the fact that this first trimester has gone so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next appointment is Friday. We'll have pictures to share and I'll also share a list of specific prayer requests for those of you who have asked what you can pray for! Thank you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1659640851325540623?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1659640851325540623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1659640851325540623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1659640851325540623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-weeks.html' title='10 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5887306997450814333</id><published>2011-12-28T20:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:13:34.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>9 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I seriously can't thank you all enough for the calls, emails, and texts sending well wishes and congrats to our family! We feel so loved and your prayers and support mean the world to us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday marked nine weeks and today we were able to see the babies for sonogram #4. Everyone measured right on track with strong heart beats and all four were moving around in their quite cozy quarters. Seeing their little movements was the highlight of our week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At only nine weeks these tiny babies are continuing to defy the odds. In the first trimester there is a 20-25% chance that one of the babies will stop growing and be absorbed (just like what happens to a vanishing twin). Every week my doctor has prepared us that we may only see three heartbeats at our next visit, and every week there have been four VERY strong babies. Isn't God amazing?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the scans we sat down for our last meeting with our fertility specialist. He sat in a chair across the table from us, shaking his head and grinning. He put his hand on his head as if to say, "Once again, I can't explain this." And then he said he'd see us when we are ready for #5. Oh, I'm so glad we've all kept our sense of humor. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we are. Nine weeks. Four healthy babies. And ONE very faithful, loving God who so clearly has His hands all over this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lR5zZZ37nIw/Tvvc1m629nI/AAAAAAAADv8/RQJIx9sSoJY/s1600/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lR5zZZ37nIw/Tvvc1m629nI/AAAAAAAADv8/RQJIx9sSoJY/s320/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385367651350130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z83v4QWZB_c/Tvvc1ATQERI/AAAAAAAADvw/00d-G5LMwCk/s1600/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BB.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z83v4QWZB_c/Tvvc1ATQERI/AAAAAAAADvw/00d-G5LMwCk/s320/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385357284675858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPqQB0GFRIA/Tvvc0wyyD1I/AAAAAAAADvk/WO8T9zlpA0U/s1600/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPqQB0GFRIA/Tvvc0wyyD1I/AAAAAAAADvk/WO8T9zlpA0U/s320/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385353121959762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJXxqJenzbw/Tvvc0aLdlOI/AAAAAAAADvY/FsjiEyFLuYo/s1600/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BD.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJXxqJenzbw/Tvvc0aLdlOI/AAAAAAAADvY/FsjiEyFLuYo/s320/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385347051459810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-5887306997450814333?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5887306997450814333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5887306997450814333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5887306997450814333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-weeks.html' title='9 weeks'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lR5zZZ37nIw/Tvvc1m629nI/AAAAAAAADv8/RQJIx9sSoJY/s72-c/20111228%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7685855132734632567</id><published>2011-12-20T18:39:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:12:35.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quads'/><title type='text'>From TWO to SIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think&lt;/b&gt;, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a 15-month struggle with infertility, we found out we were pregnant the week of Thanksgiving. Two weeks later we received the surprise/shock of our lives during my first sonogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having four babies.  Four little miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlybzLXmyqM/TvPw2WaBUgI/AAAAAAAADvM/1ZywxYsaGSs/s1600/20111216%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BABCD%2B%2528edit%2B2%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlybzLXmyqM/TvPw2WaBUgI/AAAAAAAADvM/1ZywxYsaGSs/s320/20111216%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BABCD%2B%2528edit%2B2%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689155570817389058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reid and I feel so humbled that the Lord chose to grow our family in this way. It is clear that this was orchestrated by HIS sovereign hand and we have felt an overwhelming sense of peace from the moment we heard the words, "There are four."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm excited to share more in the weeks to come. I want to be as honest as I can about our journey, the emotions we've processed/are processing through, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God is writing an incredible story and we feel so very honored to be part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7685855132734632567?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7685855132734632567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-two-to-six.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7685855132734632567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7685855132734632567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-two-to-six.html' title='From TWO to SIX'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlybzLXmyqM/TvPw2WaBUgI/AAAAAAAADvM/1ZywxYsaGSs/s72-c/20111216%2BUltrasound%2B-%2BABCD%2B%2528edit%2B2%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5179066225663712812</id><published>2011-12-14T16:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:37:28.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson is Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFACkNsTQVs/Tukh37I5r8I/AAAAAAAADuk/yEdszS0_l4s/s1600/grandle20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFACkNsTQVs/Tukh37I5r8I/AAAAAAAADuk/yEdszS0_l4s/s320/grandle20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686113249183510466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe our boy is TWO! He has proved to be one of the best decisions we've ever made. I can't even begin to tell you the amount of simple joy he's brought to our lives. We sent him away for two weeks in August to an obedience/training camp and he came back so well behaved. It is so nice to be able to take him to a park off-leash or have company over and know we have complete control over him. We spent his birthday, November 23, in Little Rock spoiling him with long walks, a new frisbee and doggy cookies. We are so proud to be his parents!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oL-iGjMx5ME/TukhbRhoSRI/AAAAAAAADuY/iS7V0c6Vpa0/s320/grandle4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686112756976601362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: this was supposed to by my Day 23 post but obviously I dropped the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos by &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/andi.stubblefield.photography"&gt;Andi Stubblefield Photography&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/4869535932241472332-5179066225663712812?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5179066225663712812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/samson-is-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5179066225663712812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5179066225663712812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/12/samson-is-two.html' title='Samson is Two!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFACkNsTQVs/Tukh37I5r8I/AAAAAAAADuk/yEdszS0_l4s/s72-c/grandle20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1795435662260414161</id><published>2011-11-22T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:58:17.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 21 &amp; 22</title><content type='html'>Day 21: I am thankful that I am able to visit my family so often. I'm also thankful that they live within driving distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Today I am thankful that my family and Reid's family celebrate Thanksgiving together along with several other families. And, to take it a step further, I'm very thankful that our families get along. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1795435662260414161?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1795435662260414161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-21-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1795435662260414161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1795435662260414161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-21-22.html' title='Days 21 &amp;amp; 22'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7319925663312078783</id><published>2011-11-21T11:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:37:30.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up: Day 12-20</title><content type='html'>Since I dropped the ball on posting days 12-20, I thought I'd share a chapter in Psalm that I've been reading. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 id="p19136001_01-1" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 1.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: 300; color: rgb(179, 108, 56); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Psalm+136/"&gt;His Steadfast Love Endures Forever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p id="p19136001_06-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19136001-1"   style="color: rgb(180, 180, 180);  float: none;  margin-top: -4px; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -1.25em; position: relative; text-indent: 0px; left: 0px; width: 55px; text-align: center; top: auto; font-family:serif;font-size:2.3em;"&gt; 136 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_06" rel="v19136001" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps106.1%3BPs107.1%3BPs118.1/" title="Ps. 106:1; 107:1; 118:1" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;w&lt;/a&gt;Give thanks to the &lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, for he is good,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136001_15-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_15" rel="v19136001" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/1Ch16.41/" title="See 1 Chr. 16:41" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136002_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136002-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136002" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give thanks to &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/De10.17/" title="Deut. 10:17" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;y&lt;/a&gt;the God of gods,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136002_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136002" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136003_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136003-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136003" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give thanks to &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps136.2/" title="[See ver. 2 above]" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;y&lt;/a&gt;the Lord of lords,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136003_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136003" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="end-line-group" style="display: block; height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p19136004_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136004-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136004" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who alone &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps72.18/" title="See Ps. 72:18" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;z&lt;/a&gt;does great wonders,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136004_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136004" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136005_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136005-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136005" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Pr3.19%3BJr10.12%3BJr51.15/" title="Prov. 3:19; Jer. 10:12; 51:15" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;by understanding &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Gn1.1/" title="See Gen. 1:1" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;made the heavens,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136005_09-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_09" rel="v19136005" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136006_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136006-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136006" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Is42.5%3BIs44.24/" title="Isa. 42:5; 44:24" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;spread out the earth &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps24.2/" title="Ps. 24:2" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;above the waters,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136006_11-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_11" rel="v19136006" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136007_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136007-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136007" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Gn1.16/" title="Gen. 1:16" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;made the great lights,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136007_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136007" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136008_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136008-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136008" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sun to rule over the day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136008_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136008" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136009_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136009-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136009" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the moon and stars to rule over the night,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136009_10-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_10" rel="v19136009" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="end-line-group" style="display: block; height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p19136010_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136010-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136010" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps78.51/" title="See Ps. 78:51" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;struck down the firstborn of Egypt,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136010_10-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_10" rel="v19136010" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136011_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136011-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136011" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ex12.51%3BEx13.3/" title="Ex. 12:51; 13:3" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;brought Israel out from among them,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136011_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136011" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136012_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136012-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136012" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/De4.34/" title="Deut. 4:34" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;a strong hand and an outstretched arm,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136012_09-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_09" rel="v19136012" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136013_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136013-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136013" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps78.13/" title="See Ps. 78:13" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;divided the Red Sea in two,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136013_10-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_10" rel="v19136013" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136014_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136014-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136014" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ex14.21-22/" title="Ex. 14:21, 22" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;j&lt;/a&gt;and made Israel pass through the midst of it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136014_10-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_10" rel="v19136014" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136015_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136015-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136015" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ex14.27%3BPs78.53/" title="Ex. 14:27; [Ps. 78:53]" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;k&lt;/a&gt;overthrew&lt;span class="footnote"  style=" padding-right: 0.3em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; font-size:0.7em;"&gt;&lt;a class="fn" href="http://www.esvbible.org/search/Psalm+136/#f1-1" id="fb1-1" title="&amp;lt;note class=&amp;quot;translation&amp;quot; sub-class=&amp;quot;original&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Hebrew &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;shook off&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/note&amp;gt;" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pharaoh and his host in the Red Sea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136015_11-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_11" rel="v19136015" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136016_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136016-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136016" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ex15.22%3BDe8.15%3BPs77.20/" title="Ex. 15:22; Deut. 8:15; See Ps. 77:20" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;led his people through the wilderness,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136016_10-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_10" rel="v19136016" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="end-line-group" style="display: block; height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p19136017_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136017-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136017" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps136.17-22%3BPs135.10-12/" title="For ver. 17-22, see Ps. 135:10-12" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;who struck down great kings,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136017_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136017" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136018_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136018-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136018" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and killed mighty kings,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136018_05-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_05" rel="v19136018" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136019_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136019-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136019" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sihon, king of the Amorites,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136019_06-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_06" rel="v19136019" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136020_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136020-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136020" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Og, king of Bashan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136020_06-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_06" rel="v19136020" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136021_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136021-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136021" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and gave their land as a heritage,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136021_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136021" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136022_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136022-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136022" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a heritage to Israel his &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps105.6%3BPs105.26/" title="Ps. 105:6, 26" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;n&lt;/a&gt;servant,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136022_07-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_07" rel="v19136022" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="end-line-group" style="display: block; height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p19136023_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136023-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136023" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is he who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Gn8.1%3BDe32.36/" title="Gen. 8:1; [Deut. 32:36]" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;o&lt;/a&gt;remembered us in our low estate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136023_11-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_11" rel="v19136023" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136024_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136024-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136024" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps107.2/" title="Ps. 107:2" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;rescued us from our foes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136024_07-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_07" rel="v19136024" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136025_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136025-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136025" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he who &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ps104.27%3BJb36.31/" title="Ps. 104:27; See Job 36:31" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;q&lt;/a&gt;gives food to all flesh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136025_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136025" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="end-line-group" style="display: block; height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p19136026_01-1" class="line"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5.5em;  line-height: 18px; text-indent: -3.5em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num inline" id="v19136026-1"   style="color: rgb(179, 108, 56);   padding-right: 0.15em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; position: absolute; left: 20px; text-indent: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 0.7em; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:0.7em;"&gt;26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_01" rel="v19136026" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give thanks to &lt;a class="cf" href="http://www.esvbible.org/Ezr5.12%3BNeh1.4%3BDn2.18/" title="Ezra 5:12; Neh. 1:4; Dan. 2:18" style="color: rgb(110, 146, 172); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 0.7em; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none; "&gt;r&lt;/a&gt;the God of heaven,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p19136026_08-1" class="indent line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 7em; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -4em; color: rgb(54, 48, 48); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a class="va" alt="esv_08" rel="v19136026" style="color: rgb(40, 79, 87); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;  font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 14px;  font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7319925663312078783?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7319925663312078783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/catch-up-day-12-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7319925663312078783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7319925663312078783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/catch-up-day-12-20.html' title='Catch-Up: Day 12-20'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2962726185915922855</id><published>2011-11-11T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:20:10.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned before that "waiting" seems to be a big theme in our life right now. The thing about waiting that's been the hardest for me is finding balance in my faith. On one hand I'm supposed to wait expectantly, believing that He who is able is bigger than every odd we are up against. And on the other hand I'm supposed to wait knowing that even if the answer this time is "no" He is still able and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I don't wait well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am thankful for God's word and the comfort I've found in these verses over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our soul waits for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us, even as we hope in you."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:20-22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2962726185915922855?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2962726185915922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2962726185915922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2962726185915922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-8959262614715817932</id><published>2011-11-10T17:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:08:25.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Scs2WkKiKLM/TrxYpCZ6dYI/AAAAAAAADuI/VHnzqcU42Kc/s1600/05030002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Scs2WkKiKLM/TrxYpCZ6dYI/AAAAAAAADuI/VHnzqcU42Kc/s320/05030002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673507092623422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years ago today Reid asked me to be his girlfriend after a high school formal. So, today I'm thankful that God had big plans for our dating relationship - A relationship that lead to marriage nearly six years later. I'm thankful that the Lord chose Reid for me. I can't imagine living my life with anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-8959262614715817932?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/8959262614715817932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-10-november-10-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8959262614715817932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8959262614715817932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-10-november-10-2011.html' title='Day 10: Eleven'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Scs2WkKiKLM/TrxYpCZ6dYI/AAAAAAAADuI/VHnzqcU42Kc/s72-c/05030002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4953784612169800968</id><published>2011-11-09T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:49:49.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 5-9</title><content type='html'>Day 5: I am thankful for our Dallas friends. We have been blessed with some greats ones through Reid's job and church!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: I am thankful for weekends. They always feel so exciting because Reid is home. We always say one of the upsides of this traveling gig is that we don't take our time together for granted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: I am thankful for doggy daycare on rainy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: I am thankful for my amazing counselor. I love that I can be totally honest with what I'm feeling and her response is always one of love and godly wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: I'm thankful for OTC medicine. Specifically Advil. And, especially on days I have a nagging migraine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4953784612169800968?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4953784612169800968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-5-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4953784612169800968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4953784612169800968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-5-9.html' title='Days 5-9'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2944785126990407922</id><published>2011-11-04T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:11:07.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 2-4</title><content type='html'>Day 2: I am thankful for my proactive, personable, best-of-the-best doctor and amazing medical insurance. I definitely don't take either one for granted!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: I am thankful gorgeous fall weather and the opportunity to be outside to enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: I am thankful for lazy at home date nights with Reid. Today he was home by 4:30, we ate by 6, and are off to bed by 11 after catching up on all our favorite shows. All while snuggling on the couch. Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2944785126990407922?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2944785126990407922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-2-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2944785126990407922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2944785126990407922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-2-4.html' title='Days 2-4'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2393725073515832337</id><published>2011-11-01T19:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:12:41.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Days of Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its November! Thanksgiving is far and away my favorite holiday and I thought this year it would be neat to take time each day to blog about something or someone I'm thankful for. I often focus on what I don't have instead of being thankful for what I do have. This has been a HUGE point of conviction in my life over the past few months. So, here it goes - 24 days of thankfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Today, I'm starting simple. I'm thankful for the opportunity Reid and I had to spend a long weekend in San Francisco re-connecting with each other and catching up with old friends. I'm also thankful for a husband who plans these kinds of weekend trips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkUzURxo4Ac/TrCftvrJdRI/AAAAAAAADt8/dCA3PUG7FbE/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670207539099825426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-2393725073515832337?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2393725073515832337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/24-days-of-thankfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2393725073515832337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2393725073515832337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/11/24-days-of-thankfulness.html' title='24 Days of Thankfulness'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkUzURxo4Ac/TrCftvrJdRI/AAAAAAAADt8/dCA3PUG7FbE/s72-c/IMG_2746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4689977133299005755</id><published>2011-09-26T11:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:07:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Re-do Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Reid and I bought our house almost two years ago there was only one thing I REALLY wanted to change. The 1970's fabric covered walls in the half bath. My only fear was the the people who we bought the house from had redone every other room and not touched that one. I couldn't help but wonder if that fabric was hiding something I'd prefer to keep hidden. And, Reid wasn't too enthused about finding out what was under there. Although, I think secretly he adored the novelty of that little room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to the beginning of September. On a Tuesday night I called Reid and asked if I could take down the fabric and paint the bathroom. I told him I'd have it done by the time he was home Thursday and was prepared to tackle whatever I was going to find. He said YES and the rest is history that will hopefully never repeat itself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept thinking &lt;i&gt;how hard can it really be? Remove fabric, prime, texture the walls to match the rest of the house, and paint.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the second day of my project I realized how involved it was going to be and called for a quote to have it finished by a contractor. The amount of that quote was all the motivation I needed. Reid came home Thursday to an unfinished bathroom and wasn't mad at all. In fact, he was so excited that I had figured out how to do it on my own that he bought a few new tools to make it easier. And, he let me pick out a new sink fixture (which he kindly installed). His love language is "acts of service" and mine is "gifts" so our love tanks were running high! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my memory, here's a brief run-down on the specifics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 days (total project length, not days worked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1,000 staples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countless new tools and an electric sander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 trips to Lowe's and Home Depot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One identity theft alert from the CC company after 6 trips to hardware store in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tubs of wall spackle/texture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days at doggie daycare for Samson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cans of paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, one nasty blister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it was totally worth the end result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Efv8rZ__exI/ToCtECTmOBI/AAAAAAAADtc/pDh2X2Rja0w/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711416827492370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;(This pic was taken before we moved in. I would never put a table next to a toilet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0LYrLrO4DM/ToCvH3CrzKI/AAAAAAAADts/5sdnch8CBFU/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656713681546497186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;This was day 2. Notice all the cotton batting stuck to the staples? And random exposed wood?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_2e4UjipRM/ToCtDtmhofI/AAAAAAAADtM/nSDqjAc8amQ/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711411269738994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bu8cW3AvfU/ToCtD8UBe1I/AAAAAAAADtU/1chnYqfPqFA/s320/IMG_2946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711415218666322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;And, its finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-4689977133299005755?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4689977133299005755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/09/bathroom-redo-before-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4689977133299005755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4689977133299005755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/09/bathroom-redo-before-after.html' title='Bathroom Re-do Before &amp; After'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Efv8rZ__exI/ToCtECTmOBI/AAAAAAAADtc/pDh2X2Rja0w/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3060140145739040219</id><published>2011-09-08T18:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:43:05.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp2B9tfUQdc/TmlSWYJCUtI/AAAAAAAADs4/6Cbaoh4m_v4/s1600/cross_on_mountain_top.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp2B9tfUQdc/TmlSWYJCUtI/AAAAAAAADs4/6Cbaoh4m_v4/s320/cross_on_mountain_top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650137751903949522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at elder led prayer at church we sang a &lt;a href="http://www.worshiptogether.com/songs/songdetail.aspx?iid=1846861"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; by Matt Redman. It is one of those songs where you hear the first line and think it was written about you. Well, I felt exactly that way. I looked up the song this morning and found that it had been inspired by Psalm 23:4--&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When reading that verse I've always thought it pertained to death. But, a footnote I found says or &lt;i&gt;the valley of deep darkness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;"Even though I walk through the valley of deep darkness..." We've all been there - whether &lt;/span&gt;the valley of the shadow of death&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;the valley of deep darkness&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;What I loved about the song is that it talks about the mountaintop that's waiting - the redemption and deliverance brought by the hand of a faithful God is waiting for &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;. I can't wait to stand there and tell you just how gracious He's been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Never Once"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on this mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;Looking just how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that for every step&lt;br /&gt;You were with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on this battle ground&lt;br /&gt;Seeing just how much You’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Knowing every victory&lt;br /&gt;Was Your power in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars and struggles on the way&lt;br /&gt;But with joy our hearts can say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our hearts can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once did we ever walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Never once did You leave us on our own&lt;br /&gt;You are faithful, God, You are faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars and struggles on the way&lt;br /&gt;But with joy our hearts can say&lt;br /&gt;Never once did we ever walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Carried by Your constant grace&lt;br /&gt;Held within Your perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;Never once, no, we never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once did we ever walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Never once did You leave us on our own&lt;br /&gt;You are faithful, God, You are faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step we are breathing in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Evermore we’ll be breathing out Your praise&lt;br /&gt;You are faithful, God, You are faithful&lt;br /&gt;You are faithful, God, You are faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4869535932241472332-3060140145739040219?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3060140145739040219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-once.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3060140145739040219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3060140145739040219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-once.html' title='Never Once'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp2B9tfUQdc/TmlSWYJCUtI/AAAAAAAADs4/6Cbaoh4m_v4/s72-c/cross_on_mountain_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1606185407492276479</id><published>2011-06-26T22:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:42:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend in NYC</title><content type='html'>A few months ago Reid and I were trying to plan out our Summer traveling and he mentioned he had a conference in New York at the end of May. I quickly took advantage of it falling the week before Memorial Day and booked a flight to meet him there. We went together several times in college. Philadelphia is just about two hours away from New York. Our trips were always short, but we loved exploring that City together. We have been wanting to go back to visit as "real adults" and were thrilled it worked out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at LGA Wednesday night. Reid had meetings all day on Thursday so I set out to explore on my own. It was wonderful! A day with nothing to do... but whatever I wanted to... in an amazing city. Ahhh! Thursday night we ate dinner in Grand Central Terminal at Metrazur. It was really good and the atmosphere was great! On Friday I was so excited to meet up with an old friend, &lt;a href="http://pinkgreenandzebra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;. My time with her was so refreshing! We ate lunch at a cute place on the Upper West Side and strolled through Central Park on the way back to my hotel. Friday night Reid and I met up with some of his friends from college and hung out in TriBeCa. Saturday we spent the day roaming around different neighborhoods. We shopped a little, taste tested a few desserts at Magnolia Bakery, and ate some great Thai food for dinner. Sunday morning we headed to the airport after brunch in the West Village. It was a wonderful trip and we can't wait to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F108352078420063086690%2Falbumid%2F5613038710963428817%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/4869535932241472332-1606185407492276479?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1606185407492276479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-weekend-in-nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1606185407492276479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1606185407492276479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-weekend-in-nyc.html' title='Long Weekend in NYC'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-501510900642791107</id><published>2011-06-19T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:45:56.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To one of the greatest men I know! Thank you for showing your kids what unconditional love looks like! Love you, DAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CxijZv8CCw/Tf6lYOikhEI/AAAAAAAADlE/6lyk2UjJnAY/s1600/IMG_2788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CxijZv8CCw/Tf6lYOikhEI/AAAAAAAADlE/6lyk2UjJnAY/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111220643497026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XccRLctrI/Tf6lX_1B_xI/AAAAAAAADk8/jT948k3ooIs/s1600/IMG_2822.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XccRLctrI/Tf6lX_1B_xI/AAAAAAAADk8/jT948k3ooIs/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111216694394642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-501510900642791107?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/501510900642791107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/501510900642791107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/501510900642791107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CxijZv8CCw/Tf6lYOikhEI/AAAAAAAADlE/6lyk2UjJnAY/s72-c/IMG_2788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3812127502626145066</id><published>2011-06-13T18:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:42:03.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got home a few days ago after spending a week in Little Rock. It was a great trip seeing friends and spending time with my family. While I was there we celebrated my mom's birthday. I wasn't able to be in town on the actual day, June 11, but wanted to do a little something while I was there. Turning 60 is an extra big deal, you know! She seemed to really enjoy our little celebration and we got some great pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ncEU_708UY/TfakUdvpmsI/AAAAAAAADio/FAIxouQheGY/s1600/IMG_2808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ncEU_708UY/TfakUdvpmsI/AAAAAAAADio/FAIxouQheGY/s320/IMG_2808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617858256680098498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could eat Community Bakery cake every day of my life! It is a family favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVfJHdld720/TfakULAFk1I/AAAAAAAADig/k4CuBanpAf8/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVfJHdld720/TfakULAFk1I/AAAAAAAADig/k4CuBanpAf8/s320/IMG_2806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617858251648766802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBsKbamKnnk/TfakTmgsPsI/AAAAAAAADiY/p2bGJyVAcsM/s1600/IMG_2794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBsKbamKnnk/TfakTmgsPsI/AAAAAAAADiY/p2bGJyVAcsM/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617858241853406914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting some lovin' from Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsUoNHcUiPQ/TfakTMevMOI/AAAAAAAADiQ/_1cJlTm1j6Q/s1600/IMG_2787.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsUoNHcUiPQ/TfakTMevMOI/AAAAAAAADiQ/_1cJlTm1j6Q/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617858234865889506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and her girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW9aT3V-mEI/TfakS5udJzI/AAAAAAAADiI/-CNPdkga5V4/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW9aT3V-mEI/TfakS5udJzI/AAAAAAAADiI/-CNPdkga5V4/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617858229831542578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El and Mom. I love this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVhSzPQ8UpY/TfalJv7VIgI/AAAAAAAADiw/skBBvUOUAY8/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617859172093993474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George and Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George also had a big birthday this month - 25! He was in Dallas for a Rangers game the week I was home and didn't get to be there for our celebration. This is a pic of them from her last birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-3812127502626145066?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3812127502626145066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-60th-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3812127502626145066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3812127502626145066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-60th-mom.html' title='Happy 60th Mom!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ncEU_708UY/TfakUdvpmsI/AAAAAAAADio/FAIxouQheGY/s72-c/IMG_2808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3736500550238975195</id><published>2011-06-08T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:04:58.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/08/3686.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/08/s_3686.jpg' border='0' width='236' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness— secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name." - Isaiah 45:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3736500550238975195?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3736500550238975195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-because.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3736500550238975195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3736500550238975195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-because.html' title='Hidden Treasures'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3622286119216014331</id><published>2011-06-03T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:35.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>It's never been a secret that I struggle with anxiety. There are definitely times in life when that feeling is heightened. The past few months have been one of those times. I have faced huge disappointment and I've wrestled with God to know the "why" of it all. I told my counselor this week that I feel like all of these things (of which I have no real control over) have been swept up by a breeze and I'm trying to catch them while grasping at only the wind. What I'm glad to know is that someone who sees a much bigger picture  is able to grasp all that I cannot. He knows when I'm going to be angry and hurt. He knows when I'll feel deep grief and despair. And, He knows that there will, one day, be beauty instead of ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And provide for those who grieve in Zion— &lt;br /&gt;to bestow on them a crown of beauty &lt;br /&gt;   instead of ashes, &lt;br /&gt;the oil of joy &lt;br /&gt;   instead of mourning, &lt;br /&gt;and a garment of praise &lt;br /&gt;   instead of a spirit of despair. &lt;br /&gt;They will be called oaks of righteousness, &lt;br /&gt;   a planting of the LORD &lt;br /&gt;   for the display of his splendor." - Isaiah 60:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3622286119216014331?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3622286119216014331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/beauty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3622286119216014331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3622286119216014331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5836099010285139144</id><published>2011-06-02T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:14:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>I feel that it is (ridiculously) necessary to document what our first born looked like at 18 months and 90 pounds. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what we would do without him. Samson is seriously the best little companion for us. He has no idea he's a dog, and sometimes I think we forget too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/3776.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_3776.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/3777.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_3777.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/3778.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_3778.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/3779.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_3779.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5836099010285139144?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5836099010285139144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/samson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5836099010285139144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5836099010285139144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/06/samson.html' title='Samson'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3091566492464548188</id><published>2011-05-20T19:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:47:10.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 69th...</title><content type='html'>Birthday to my incredibly funny, loving, and selfless dad! You seriously make life way more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/20/3052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/20/s_3052.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/20/3051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/20/s_3051.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/20/2867.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/20/s_2867.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3091566492464548188?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3091566492464548188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-69th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3091566492464548188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3091566492464548188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-69th.html' title='Happy 69th...'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4026646943492011789</id><published>2011-05-14T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:56:40.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kauai Vacation 2011</title><content type='html'>We are back from our wonderful vacation! It was so great to get away and have some time to relax, act silly, reflect on the past, and dream about our future. Here are some pics from our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F108352078420063086690%2Falbumid%2F5606759763161573361%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4026646943492011789?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4026646943492011789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/kauai-vacation-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4026646943492011789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4026646943492011789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/kauai-vacation-2011.html' title='Kauai Vacation 2011'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6197090054229746355</id><published>2011-05-05T12:59:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:32:55.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights from April &amp; May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In April our across the street neighbor asked if we could keep their 10-month old lab, Kobe. We decided it would be a good idea to see what life with two dogs would really be like. We've been contemplating getting a little brother or sister for Samson since the day we brought him home, and this was going to be the big test! In the first three hours of Kobe's arrival my decision was made. It was later confirmed after I woke up 5 times in the night to let him out. We will NOT be getting another dog. But, they are pretty cute together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsMUo4waZYA/TcLpxNef8kI/AAAAAAAACLI/D05F8wLaSx8/s1600/kobesamson3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsMUo4waZYA/TcLpxNef8kI/AAAAAAAACLI/D05F8wLaSx8/s320/kobesamson3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603297918042763842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qt_jPJ81Zls/TcLpwQ5BvgI/AAAAAAAACK4/pvaQ5JS0o6c/s1600/kobesamson1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qt_jPJ81Zls/TcLpwQ5BvgI/AAAAAAAACK4/pvaQ5JS0o6c/s320/kobesamson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603297901779467778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated Easter weekend in Little Rock. It was lots of fun, and keeping true to form, I have only three pictures to prove it. Saturday we climbed Pinnacle "Mountain" with Samson. As soon as we sat down at the top he plopped his rear on Reid's lap. I'm only slightly embarrassed by how spoiled he is. We went to church with my dad on Sunday morning, ate lunch with Mom, and had a great dinner at the Grandles with my dad and the Almeftys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTmFKdyJL1U/TcLqUdj8T8I/AAAAAAAACLQ/TNGV83bW06c/s320/pinnacle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603298523655983042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-6_aRgizxY/TcLpQun6bUI/AAAAAAAACKw/EkFrIg42S4I/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603297360004934978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpJ4bE33Fgs/TcLqUlAZ2nI/AAAAAAAACLY/WDIbR75W53U/s320/photo-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603298525654407794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Laila asked my dad to come sit outside and talk to her. I think they were both in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reid left for Memphis Monday morning and I decided to spend the week in Little Rock. There were horrible storms Monday night. The sirens were going off, and a tornado had just touched down about ten miles (give or take) away. My dad and I went to get in the "safe spot" with the dogs and found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ATfYthPtC8/TcLsQb72ZeI/AAAAAAAACLg/PMNnKdkHyzY/s320/closet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603300653523166690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sadly, the only things in this closet belonging to my dad are the clothes hanging up and the vacuum. Everything else belongs to my sister - tennis rackets, ball basket, ball machine, clothes, sewing supplies, box of junk from her car, and a lot of other stuff (I'm glad we can laugh about it now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; So, my dad and I hung out in the next safest spot and watched the storm from the back door. The hail was every Sonic lover's dream. And my car has a few dents to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkSCPNBRIkc/TcLw5MM97SI/AAAAAAAACLo/RQMFkGnJQAw/s320/hail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603305751721143586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer started in May for us this year. Our "month of fun" brought a trip to the beach and a long weekend away. The only problem is I have a tendency to see the cup as half empty. So, naturally I would wake up on June 1 feeling like summer was already half over. At least I'm aware I have a problem, right? :) But seriously, I am so thankful that our vacation came early this year and that we had the opportunity to spend quality time together, away from all the hustle and bustle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my &lt;a href="http://mattandericasmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear Dallas friends&lt;/a&gt; had her baby boy, Gray! What a treat it was to go meet this new little guy the day he was born! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHUPgEOyYPk/TgsYmQ7_mWI/AAAAAAAADrM/clwOl_uQQJA/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623615605362891106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our month of fun also included getting to spend time with several life-long friends... and meet the first baby to be born in our group of high school friends. We celebrated at a sip and see for Jennie and Willow Grace Jaksha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYmXYE7Cr9I/Tee2A-67SPI/AAAAAAAAC04/_k37Fqe2jUA/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613655588547021042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was also my Dad's birthday that weekend and what better way to celebrate than with The Gaithers? (Personally, I can think of a few but his birthday wasn't about me.) During intermission I made him take a picture with his favorite singer. He was in the middle of telling David how awesome he was when I snapped the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MN1O3qXn7vc/Tee3Kiz448I/AAAAAAAAC1A/C0d9EE_Inus/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613656852311630786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IGvTe0HLPk/Tee3K4oR_oI/AAAAAAAAC1I/6mGuU3sshMQ/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613656858168524418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6197090054229746355?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6197090054229746355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/highlights-from-april-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6197090054229746355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6197090054229746355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/05/highlights-from-april-may.html' title='Highlights from April &amp; May'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsMUo4waZYA/TcLpxNef8kI/AAAAAAAACLI/D05F8wLaSx8/s72-c/kobesamson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7335437957821859794</id><published>2011-04-22T11:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:47:48.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfP-C_4tfNI/TbG-4ImqbjI/AAAAAAAACKQ/H1cTisogvOE/s1600/Picture_of_a_Cross_at_Sunset_Photographer_Ian_Britton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfP-C_4tfNI/TbG-4ImqbjI/AAAAAAAACKQ/H1cTisogvOE/s320/Picture_of_a_Cross_at_Sunset_Photographer_Ian_Britton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465683389836850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.necklacecrosses.com/images/Picture_of_a_Cross_at_Sunset_Photographer_Ian_Britton.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Sunday at church our pastor challenged us to spend time this week preparing our hearts for the Celebration that was coming on Easter Sunday. I've been thinking a lot about part of a post I wrote a few years ago when my mom was in the hospital. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;"Though this week has been hard, it has brought some perspective for me. I was reminded by John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God loved the sinner so much that He sent His own Son to die for our sins. I never understood the painful sacrifice that God and Jesus made when they decided that was the only payment able to be made for the sin of the world. I watch my mom, try to comfort her, imagine her thoughts, her fears. God did the very same thing during His Son's last few days as part of this world. And then He watched as His Son took our sin on His shoulders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was during that time that I really began to grasp the price that Christ paid for my sins and how much God loved me, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; would send His perfect Son to cover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sins. I pray that you would know the love that is reflected in that great sacrifice as we celebrate Easter this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” For “you were like sheep going astray,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls. - 1 Peter 23-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7335437957821859794?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7335437957821859794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflecting-on-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7335437957821859794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7335437957821859794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflecting-on-easter.html' title='Reflecting on Easter'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfP-C_4tfNI/TbG-4ImqbjI/AAAAAAAACKQ/H1cTisogvOE/s72-c/Picture_of_a_Cross_at_Sunset_Photographer_Ian_Britton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5903388170411349145</id><published>2011-04-20T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:27:45.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Dad</title><content type='html'>My sister sent me this picture the other day. She walked into the den and my dad had fallen asleep holding a bottle of Kefir (type of yogurt). Everything about this picture totally sums him up - workout clothes, napping on the couch, and the Kefir spill - Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/1823.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_1823.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5903388170411349145?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5903388170411349145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/04/classic-dad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5903388170411349145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5903388170411349145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/04/classic-dad.html' title='Classic Dad'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-538700852113924004</id><published>2011-03-16T00:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:45:51.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>I never realized how "churchy" my scripture memory is. Philippians 4:13 was one of the first bible verses I memorized as a kid. And, I can recite it still today (big whoop, I know). But, what got me tonight as I was reading is the context in which that verse was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says to the Philippians:&lt;br /&gt; 10I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at length you have revived your concern for me. You were indeed concerned for me, but you had no opportunity. 11Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. 12I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. 13I can do all things through him who strengthens me.&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4:10-13 ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't say I can do all things because it's going to be easy if I do it His way. It doesn't say I should be content because things will work out the way I planned. And, nowhere does it say He promised me it &lt;br /&gt;would be a quick and painless process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am called to be content no matter where He leads. I am called to rest in Him in days of need and in days of plenty. And, when I find myself lower than I've ever been or full of unimaginable joy, God says it's HIS strength that will carry me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-538700852113924004?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/538700852113924004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/strength.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/538700852113924004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/538700852113924004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6187713651253500122</id><published>2011-03-13T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:31:21.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in Little Rock</title><content type='html'>Last month I went to Little Rock for my grandmother's funeral. The service was wonderful and it brought with it a very sweet closure to her amazing life. Not a day has passed that I haven't thought of her and the mark she left on our family. I was so blessed to get to experience the depth of a mother's love from not only my own mom, but in watching how my Mimi so fervently loved her own daughter. She blessed me with something not many people get to experience, and I can't wait to someday pass on the legacy of her love to my own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed a few extra days to spend time with my family. The weather was gorgeous so one day my mom and I went on a walk and sat outside for a while.    Losing my grandmother has brought forth so many emotions that I haven't dealt with about my Mom's Disease. Her death was one of the first big life events that we'd faced without my mom being with us. It was just another reminder that though she is still here, we've already lost so much of her. I decided while we were sitting outside that day it might help me to just tell her what I have been feeling over the past few months. So, I told her - my fears, hopes, and everything in between. And, while she didn't have much response, when I asked her if she thought everything would be OK she said, "Uh huh." Sometimes all you need is for your Mom to say everything will all be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/13/3255.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/13/s_3255.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6187713651253500122?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6187713651253500122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-in-little-rock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6187713651253500122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6187713651253500122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-in-little-rock.html' title='Time in Little Rock'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5474843397029628175</id><published>2011-03-07T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:46:50.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the perks of having a husband who travels for work is that we get to go to some really great places. We try to go somewhere new every time we take trip. We had a really hard time deciding where we wanted to go this time. After canceling the first trip we planned we decided it would be perfectly fine to go back to a place we'd already visited. Kauai is one of our hands down favorite places we have ever been. It is literally the most amazing and gorgeous place on Earth (to us) and we are so blessed to have the chance to visit again. Here's to hoping the next two months fly by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD5uAx1-Xuk/TXWki0xdHYI/AAAAAAAACJA/2p38a1IdvOQ/s1600/stregis.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbXl_SMTJwI/TXWkigXKJMI/AAAAAAAACI4/JSx298UUvnQ/s1600/stregis_princeville_pool_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbXl_SMTJwI/TXWkigXKJMI/AAAAAAAACI4/JSx298UUvnQ/s320/stregis_princeville_pool_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581548225905173698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3g_iRXjaA/TXWkiWITmRI/AAAAAAAACIw/LttIQZHXBRA/s1600/Princeville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-5474843397029628175?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5474843397029628175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5474843397029628175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5474843397029628175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbXl_SMTJwI/TXWkigXKJMI/AAAAAAAACI4/JSx298UUvnQ/s72-c/stregis_princeville_pool_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5583441701029236232</id><published>2011-03-07T16:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:40:32.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4PFvaCkQQg/TXVs6xSTMDI/AAAAAAAACIg/_1UxtSAraxM/s1600/13304933_d521ef6259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4PFvaCkQQg/TXVs6xSTMDI/AAAAAAAACIg/_1UxtSAraxM/s320/13304933_d521ef6259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581487070113902642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reid and I have been doing some major "waiting." Its the kind of waiting that has really challenged what and Who I put my Hope in. The one thing I can say is that I am so thankful for our church and the teaching that we get each week. Our sermon this weekend was from Romans 8 and it was just what Reid and I needed to hear. Funny when God works that way, isn't it? We left church with a totally different perspective than when we'd arrived. I'll post the link to the sermon later this week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then today, a friend posted something on her &lt;a href="http://hutchinsinaustin.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that I thought was worth remembering. Thank you, Christy, for sharing this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; quietly patiently, lovingly God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate, and the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say 'wait'," my indignant reply, "Lord, I need answers. I need to know why! Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By faith I have asked and am claiming your Word. My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me Wait?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign, or even a 'no' to which I can resign. And, Lord, You promised that if we believe we need but to ask and we shall receive. And, Lord, I've been asking! I need a reply!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate. As my Master replied once again, "You must wait." So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut. And grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting...for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed, then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mind, and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be. You would have what you want, but you wouldn't know ME. You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint; you'd not know the power that I give to the faint. You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there; you'd not know the joy of resting in ME, when darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience the fullness of love as the peace of my spirit descends like a dove; you'd know that I give and I save (for a start), but you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart, the glow of my comfort late in the night, the faith that I give when you walk without sight, the depth that's beyond getting just what you asked, of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee, what it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee." Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight would come true, but, oh, the loss...if I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see that the greatest of gifts is to get to know ME. And though my answers seem terribly late, my most precious answer of all is still "WAIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 30:18 "Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; He rises to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248080528792367698-7813897987293191918?l=hutchinsinaustin.blogspot.com" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5583441701029236232?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5583441701029236232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5583441701029236232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5583441701029236232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-wait.html' title='Just Wait'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4PFvaCkQQg/TXVs6xSTMDI/AAAAAAAACIg/_1UxtSAraxM/s72-c/13304933_d521ef6259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4223999525299701846</id><published>2011-02-13T18:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:14:22.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi's Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.8em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;This is one of the sweetest obituaries I've ever read. Maybe that's because she really was one of the sweetest ladies I'll ever know. Just wanted to post it so I'll have it forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ildred Allan Neal Dickey, fondly known as Millie by her friends and Mimi by her grandchildren and great grandchildren, went to be with her Lord February 9th. She was born in Highland, AR to Helena Erwin Neal and George W. Neal on February 19, 1918. Millie began school in Murfreesboro at age four where they lived until they moved to Little Rock where her father, an attorney, became assistant Secretary of State and later served two terms as State Land Commissioner. She attended Central High school and after moving to California graduated from Santa Monica High School. Millie then attended Santa Monica Junior College and later came back to Arkansas to attend Hendrix where she was a Hendrix Beauty for two years. After college, she taught school for three years at Bayou Meta. In 1941, she married George “Skeeter” Dickey in Chicago, where he was playing ball for the Chicago White Sox. After an exciting life as a ballplayer's wife, Skeeter and Millie moved back to Little Rock to raise their family. Millie, along with Lib Winger and Jane Critz, were instrumental in bringing Bible Study Fellowship to Little Rock. Millie never missed an opportunity to share her faith with others and had the privilege of leading many people to the Lord. She never thought of herself first, but spent her life in the service of others. Millie loved to laugh, to dance and to travel all over the world. She loved her friends and her church, Fellowship Bible. Millie had a smile that would light up any room she ever walked into. Millie was the proverbial southern lady. Even in her last days, she was more concerned with those around her than her own discomfort. Millie was preceded in death by her husband Skeeter, her parents and her identical triplet brothers, Tom, Dick and Harry, whom she adored, and her beloved cousin Geraldine Cannon. She is survived by a son George William Dickey, Joye Dickey Cook (Mack) and Mary Allan Dickey Bain (Jim). Grandchildren Mary Neal Cook Bridges, Sam Cook, Nathan Cook (Jami), Elizabeth Cook Johnson (Danny), Mary Virginia Bain Grandle (Reid), George Bain and Eleanor Bain. Great Grandchildren Caroline Bridges Peeples (Will), Susan Bridges, Mack Cook, Cash Cook, Jake Cook, Anna Cook, Mary Daniel Johnson and Lily Johnson. The last four years of Millie's life were spent in the care of her daughter Joye and her husband Mack. She was surrounded by her family with love and laughter and many happy times. She has left us all with a great legacy never to be forgotten: Love God first, then your family, serve others, share what you have, never judge another and to especially have a sense of humor. We want to acknowledge her cousin who was more like a sister, Jessamine Wilson, her best friend of nearly eighty years, Ella Ruth Roberts Davis and her dear and loyal friend Marie Freeling. There will be a private family burial and a public celebration service held at Fellowship Bible Church Chapel Tuesday February 15th at 1:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made in honor of Millie's daughter Mary Allan Bain to Alzheimer's Arkansas at 10411 West Markham, Suite 130, Little Rock, AR 72205.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(http://www.memorialgardenssheridan.com/index.cfm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4223999525299701846?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4223999525299701846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/02/mimis-obituary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4223999525299701846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4223999525299701846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/02/mimis-obituary.html' title='Mimi&apos;s Obituary'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7737629463846349192</id><published>2011-02-10T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:46:30.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering my Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mimi went Home to Jesus last night, just 10 days before her 93rd birthday. I can only imagine the celebration that was had when she arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrB4Rd4A4VE/TVNsXVD_vTI/AAAAAAAACH4/9t35beCepgs/s1600/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrB4Rd4A4VE/TVNsXVD_vTI/AAAAAAAACH4/9t35beCepgs/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571916312034131250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxwvFhR2Cug/TVNsXMPPl6I/AAAAAAAACHw/muurr1DfVik/s1600/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxwvFhR2Cug/TVNsXMPPl6I/AAAAAAAACHw/muurr1DfVik/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571916309665388450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scriptureandmusic.com/Music/Text_Files/Saved_By_Grace.html"&gt;Saved By Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some day the silver cord will break,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And I no more as now shall sing;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;But oh, the joy when I shall wake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Within the palace of the King!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And I shall see Him face to face,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And tell the story—Saved by grace;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And I shall see Him face to face,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And tell the story—Saved by grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some day my earthly house will fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;But this I know—my All in All&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Has now a place in Heav’n for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some day, when fades the golden sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Beneath the rosy tinted west,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;My blessèd Lord will say, “Well done!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;And I shall enter into rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some day: till then I’ll watch and wait,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;That when my Savior opens the gate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;My soul to Him may take its flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7737629463846349192?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7737629463846349192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembering-my-mimi_10.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7737629463846349192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7737629463846349192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembering-my-mimi_10.html' title='Remembering my Mimi'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrB4Rd4A4VE/TVNsXVD_vTI/AAAAAAAACH4/9t35beCepgs/s72-c/IMG_2379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5323483265274978488</id><published>2011-01-20T12:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:37:15.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Doesn't Make Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;A few months ago I was talking with my dad. I was venting about something that had been bothering me. I felt discouraged and above all defeated that I couldn't control the situation at all. My dad has always been a great listener and a man of few words. But, on this night, he reminded me of something my Mom once said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It became evident early on that my brother struggled with reading and writing. We were home schooled, and the weight of teaching fell on my Mom's shoulders. I never, even on the hardest day, remember my Mom complaining about having to spend more time explaining things to my brother. When I think back on those days I can imagine how hard it must have been for her to watch her son struggle. In time, my parents decided to have my brother tested for learning disabilities. The results were just as they'd suspected: ADD and Dyslexia. After the results had been explained my parents went for a walk to talk about what this meant for my brother. My dad, like any parent, was so sad. Yes, there was medicine to help and ways to cope, but no one wants anything to be hard for their child. As my Dad shared this with my Mom she quietly listened. When he finished she looked at him and with a total peace she said, "God doesn't make mistakes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Those words were so simple and yet so profound for the place I found myself. Not a day has passed since that conversation that I haven't thought of those words. God, in His infinite mercy and love for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; has made no mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;One of my favorite passages in the Bible is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20139&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;, particularly verse 5: "You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me." The King James Version uses the word "beset" which means to encircle, enclose, or besiege. God, in His infinite mercy and love, has beset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;. He's made no mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;As I've studied this passage, I found a commentary by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spurgeon.org/treasury/ps139.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Charles Spurgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; that I think says it perfectly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;"As though we were caught in an ambush, or besieged by an army which has wholly beleaguered the city walls, we are surrounded by the Lord. God has set us where we be, and beset us wherever we be. Behind us there is God recording our sins, or in grace blotting out the remembrance of them; and before us there is God foreknowing all our deeds, and providing for all our wants. We cannot turn back and so escape him, for he is behind; we cannot go forward and outmarch him, for he is before. He not only beholds us, but he besets us; and lest there should seem any chance of escape, or lest we should imagine that the surrounding presence is yet a distant one, it is added,—And laid thine hand upon me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The God of the Universe, in His infinite mercy and love, has hemmed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in and wrapped His arms around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. He doesn't make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5323483265274978488?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5323483265274978488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5323483265274978488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5323483265274978488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html' title='God Doesn&apos;t Make Mistakes'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2476093141963794252</id><published>2011-01-13T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:45:48.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four.</title><content type='html'>Four years ago today I married my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/3112.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/s_3112.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/3113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/s_3113.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/3114.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/s_3114.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/3115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/13/s_3115.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.  Today, four years later, I've been thinking about what we promised each other on that cold, rainy January day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid, I can say, without a doubt, these words carry more meaning each year that we experience the highs and lows of life together. I love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2476093141963794252?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2476093141963794252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/01/four.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2476093141963794252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2476093141963794252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2011/01/four.html' title='Four.'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2133690673445387890</id><published>2010-12-13T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:28:08.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Yesterday</title><content type='html'>We had a guest pastor speak at church yesterday. I can't stop thinking about something he said in his message: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God will take you where you hadn't intended to go in order to produce in you something you could not have achieved on your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 18 marks two years since my Mom's disease took us on a different, unexpected journey. To say I wish I didn't know anything about a journey like this would be an understatement. But I do, and life presses on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that He sends these reminders to bring back the eternal perspective I so often lack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sermon by Paul David Trip: Mark 6:45-51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2133690673445387890?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2133690673445387890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/12/church-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2133690673445387890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2133690673445387890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/12/church-yesterday.html' title='Church Yesterday'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1796653822611553256</id><published>2010-12-02T01:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:28:04.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>It's usually late at night, when it's dark, and the world quiets down. That's when I miss her the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/01/3295.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/01/s_3295.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5.3 million - As many as 5.3 million people in the United States are living with Alzheimer's. That means we all know someone who is dealing with this.&lt;br /&gt;-70 seconds - Every 70 seconds, someone develops Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;-100% - Alzheimer's disease is always fatal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info taken from: http://www.crowdrise.com/kickalzheimers/fundraiser/sethrogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1796653822611553256?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1796653822611553256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1796653822611553256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1796653822611553256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2158537027485705057</id><published>2010-11-11T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:15:17.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyUnAqVSCI/AAAAAAAACB8/4nxa4xNRExU/s1600/64210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyUnAqVSCI/AAAAAAAACB8/4nxa4xNRExU/s320/64210002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538465039672231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR67gDHpI/AAAAAAAACBM/rqWajRaEnVk/s320/New%2BYork-mare%2B032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462083349421714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7SjbaxI/AAAAAAAACBc/8TF2ioDEdSM/s320/China%2BII%2B-%2B117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462089537612562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7KfezsI/AAAAAAAACBU/GVKJO3EIHUI/s320/Summer%2B-%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462087373573826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7wfDQ9I/AAAAAAAACBs/i-GGS9mSoFQ/s1600/Honeymoon%2B-%2B207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7wfDQ9I/AAAAAAAACBs/i-GGS9mSoFQ/s320/Honeymoon%2B-%2B207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462097572316114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7iIQQWI/AAAAAAAACBk/S7C56mRPaP0/s1600/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyR7iIQQWI/AAAAAAAACBk/S7C56mRPaP0/s320/DSC04376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538462093718602082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyUnk0g14I/AAAAAAAACCE/VjCRdp9Mga4/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538465049378609026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyUoKFvOXI/AAAAAAAACCM/X8oK2mTgLTk/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538465059382966642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid and I started dating after a winter formal at my high school. Reid went to another private school in Little Rock, and we met through a mutual friend. The exact time that we met is a bit fuzzy for Reid. He doesn't remember meeting me at Sophomore Formal, but I, in fact, remember him. We liked each other for a few months, everyone knew, I finally was the bigger person and asked him to my dance, and the rest is history.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2158537027485705057?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2158537027485705057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-years-together.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2158537027485705057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2158537027485705057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-years-together.html' title='10 Years Together'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyUnAqVSCI/AAAAAAAACB8/4nxa4xNRExU/s72-c/64210002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3347955537335092291</id><published>2010-11-11T18:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:50:54.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where does time go? No seriously, where does it go? It feels like the past few months have flown by, and we're starting to make a mad dash to the holidays. I thought I'd give a recap (more for myself) of what we've been up to this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've enjoyed some "cooler" weather, getting to know some new friends even better, and lazy days together when Reid is home. In September I celebrated my 26Th birthday. I celebrated with friends during my birthday week... I'm so thankful to have such good friends here! That weekend Reid surprised me with dinner at Hattie's in the Bishop Arts District. We've introduced our good friend Ryan (who moved here in August for business school) to some of our favorite restaurants - Bread Winners, Blue Goose, and Louie's to name a few! We traveled to Cincinnati for Trevor and Cori's October wedding where we were able to spend time with family and friends. I made a trip home to Little Rock for my parents anniversary last week. Samson turned 11 months old. And, Reid and I celebrated 10 years together (dated almost 6, married almost 4) on November 10. I'm sure I'll write a few extra posts to play catch-up, but here are a few pictures from the last couple of months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLvjEV4BI/AAAAAAAACBE/zUHbqiUff0s/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLvO-o3LI/AAAAAAAACA8/GhpN9sJQGVI/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLvO-o3LI/AAAAAAAACA8/GhpN9sJQGVI/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538455285349801138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Hattie's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLuVCUDjI/AAAAAAAACA0/GmYUQ3eqtTg/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLuVCUDjI/AAAAAAAACA0/GmYUQ3eqtTg/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538455269795958322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday dinner at Gloria's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLtv3l8tI/AAAAAAAACAs/tvxcZiy5ho4/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLtv3l8tI/AAAAAAAACAs/tvxcZiy5ho4/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538455259818881746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Laila Almefty at the rehearsal dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLs6m_oAI/AAAAAAAACAk/Atb2bXnSVrE/s1600/Rehearsal%2Bdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLs6m_oAI/AAAAAAAACAk/Atb2bXnSVrE/s320/Rehearsal%2Bdinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538455245522182146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;More rehearsal dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLvjEV4BI/AAAAAAAACBE/zUHbqiUff0s/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538455290742431762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samson at 11 months ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3347955537335092291?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3347955537335092291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/11/playing-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3347955537335092291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3347955537335092291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TNyLvO-o3LI/AAAAAAAACA8/GhpN9sJQGVI/s72-c/IMG_2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1336726575958076082</id><published>2010-09-21T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:45:03.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months old this week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/21/2389.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/21/s_2389.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1336726575958076082?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1336726575958076082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-months-old-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1336726575958076082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1336726575958076082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-months-old-this-week.html' title='10 months old this week!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4385328166408450180</id><published>2010-09-08T17:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:08:48.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dallas has had quite a bit of rainfall the last two days. There has been some flooding, but it doesn't seem to be nearly as bad as some surrounding cities. I was driving home this afternoon (on auto-pilot as usual) and took the street by our house that was closed. It was crazy to see water, not only covering the road, but flowing pretty fast. What was even more weird is that there wasn't any warning that the road was closed. But, that's Dallas for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWqK723YI/AAAAAAAAB_o/RIHoSRy-SV4/s1600/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWqK723YI/AAAAAAAAB_o/RIHoSRy-SV4/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514682657460903298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWplZ5ZxI/AAAAAAAAB_g/JRkf_wWbgMs/s1600/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWplZ5ZxI/AAAAAAAAB_g/JRkf_wWbgMs/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514682647386351378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWo3FuXmI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/0D8OEkf6zm4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWo3FuXmI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/0D8OEkf6zm4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514682634953711202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4385328166408450180?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4385328166408450180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-rains-it-pours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4385328166408450180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4385328166408450180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIgWqK723YI/AAAAAAAAB_o/RIHoSRy-SV4/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4913947256735301347</id><published>2010-09-02T20:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:49:34.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trying to remember this today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"To endure the cross is not tragedy; it is the suffering which is the fruit of an exclusive allegiance to Jesus Christ." - Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some days I wish I could go back in time. I miss her big hugs, her reassuring voice, and even her really loud sneezes. I miss my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIBR0vlMRAI/AAAAAAAAB-8/JUeyQWInogs/s1600/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIBR0vlMRAI/AAAAAAAAB-8/JUeyQWInogs/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512495910468994050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4913947256735301347?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4913947256735301347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/july-2006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4913947256735301347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4913947256735301347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/july-2006.html' title='July 2006'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TIBR0vlMRAI/AAAAAAAAB-8/JUeyQWInogs/s72-c/DSC01506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3697752922533989840</id><published>2010-09-01T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:26:32.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mighty Fortress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="CENTER" style="text-align: center;font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I sang "A Mighty Fortress" for the first time this past summer. I had heard it before, but the words didn't resonate until I read them. My favorite part is the fourth stanza (I would recommend the version by Chris Rice). There is such powerful Truth in these simple words. Its amazing that God can use a hymn written in the 1500's to continue to prune my wicked heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(68, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That word above all earthly pow'rs --&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(68, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No thanks to them abideth;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(68, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Spirit and the gifts are ours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thru Him who with us sideth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let goods and kindred go,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This mortal life also;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The body they may kill:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;God's truth abideth still --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;His kingdom is forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="text-align: left;font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That word above all earthly pow'rs --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And He was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and His Name is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Word of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the armies which were in Heaven followed Him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And out of His Mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it He should smite the nations: and He shall rule them with a rod of iron: and He treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And He hath on His Vesture and on His Thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Revelation 19:13-16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No thanks to them abideth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (1John 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Acts 2:38).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thru Him who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sideth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The LORD is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, while ye be with Him; and if ye seek Him, He will be found of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (2Chronicles 15:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kindred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If any man come to Me, and hate not his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;brethren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be My disciple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after Me, cannot be My disciple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So likewise, whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all that he hath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, he cannot be My disciple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Luke 14:26-27, 33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mortal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; also;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yea doubtless, and I count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all things but loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my LORD: for Whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Philippians 3:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The body they may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when they shall have finished their testimony, the Beast that ascendeth out of the Bottomless Pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome them, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And after three days and an half the Spirit of Life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Revelation 11:7, 11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; abideth still --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"For the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'s sake, which dwelleth in us, and shall be with us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (2John 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Thine, O LORD is the Greatness, and the Power, and the Glory, and the Victory, and the Majesty: for all that is in the Heaven and in the Earth is Thine; Thine is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, O LORD, and Thou art exalted as Head above all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (1Chronicles 29:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and the Power, and the Glory, for ever. Amen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Matthew 6:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Now unto the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Eternal, Immortal, Invisible, the Only Wise God, be Honour and Glory for ever and ever. Amen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (1Timothy 1:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which in His times He shall shew, Who is the Blessed and Only Potentate, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KING of Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and LORD of Lords;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who only hath Immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto; Whom no man hath seen, nor can see: to Whom be Honour and Power Everlasting. Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (1Timothy 6:15-16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.whatsaiththescripture.com/Poetry/A-Mighty-Fortress.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3697752922533989840?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3697752922533989840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mighty-fortress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3697752922533989840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3697752922533989840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mighty-fortress.html' title='A Mighty Fortress'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6473185577871388232</id><published>2010-08-25T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:55:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/THW7TmY5XNI/AAAAAAAAB-g/hYtz93XyvSg/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/THW7TmY5XNI/AAAAAAAAB-g/hYtz93XyvSg/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509515664554548434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about the book, Jan's Story, written by her husband and CBS News journalist Barry Petersen. I looked him up, and found &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=6601253n&amp;amp;tag=related;photovideo"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. I thought I'd share it for those who are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6473185577871388232?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6473185577871388232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/jans-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6473185577871388232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6473185577871388232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/jans-story.html' title='Jan&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/THW7TmY5XNI/AAAAAAAAB-g/hYtz93XyvSg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4826230256079894868</id><published>2010-08-19T16:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:43:03.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PBK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TG2gYWWmiRI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/M1YznG0g5DU/s1600/stores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TG2gYWWmiRI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/M1YznG0g5DU/s320/stores.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507234259521669394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from http://www.potterybarnkids.ca/home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a job! I'll be working at Pottery Barn Kids starting the first of September. I wanted to find something that gave me the flexibility to still go to Little Rock when I need to, but that also kept my weekends free for time with Reid. I went into the store last week on a whim, not knowing if they would want to hire someone with those preferences, and it worked out! I'll be working part time, and will be scheduled to be "on call" just one weekend day a month. I'm so excited to add some structure back to my life. It really couldn't be more perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4826230256079894868?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4826230256079894868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/pbk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4826230256079894868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4826230256079894868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/pbk.html' title='PBK'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TG2gYWWmiRI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/M1YznG0g5DU/s72-c/stores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3421580803208125091</id><published>2010-08-18T00:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:16:44.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson &amp; His Ottoman</title><content type='html'>Before we ever brought Samson home we made the decision not to let him get on the furniture. We had no problem following the rule until about a month ago when we bought the ottoman that matched our den furniture. Samson was immediately interested in it, and slowly made his move to claim it as his own. And, of course, we couldn't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2483.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2484.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2485.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2486.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2487.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/17/s_2488.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3421580803208125091?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3421580803208125091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-snuggler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3421580803208125091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3421580803208125091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-snuggler.html' title='Samson &amp; His Ottoman'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-922245580061692296</id><published>2010-08-15T22:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:58:50.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TGi3ZC9hROI/AAAAAAAAB-E/s2StaAt-FWs/s1600/momandmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TGi3ZC9hROI/AAAAAAAAB-E/s2StaAt-FWs/s320/momandmare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505852185379947746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't written much about my mom lately. There really isn't a rhyme or reason. Sometimes I feel like I go through seasons of grief. I either &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to write about it or I don't. When I don't write I seem to talk about it more. I'm happy with that for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found this post on the &lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Proverbs 31 Ministries&lt;/a&gt; blog and felt like they were writing directly from my heart. It is so much of what I've learned and continue to learn from my mom. She's shown me a different way to look at suffering. I still struggle with the "why" of it all. Probably because it seems to be too simple an answer. I want to know how this will be used for His glory. I want to know so I can make sure that the "now" is worth it in the end. Then I'm reminded of how worldly my outlook is, and I pray that my spiritual sight would return. Thankfully, He is always faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 30px;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(98, 38, 10); line-height: 21px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="postdate" style="color: rgb(98, 38, 10); font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postdate" style="color: rgb(98, 38, 10); font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: right; "&gt;Monday, September 28, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="6101251853000489982"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="post-title" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(143, 48, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/different-way-to-look-at-suffering.html" title="permanent link" style="color: rgb(97, 41, 67); text-decoration: none; "&gt;A Different Way to Look at Suffering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31.gospelcom.net/speakingministry/speakerteam/MiccaCampbell.php" style="color: rgb(97, 41, 67); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micca Monda Campbell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;"'Neither this man nor his parents sinned,' said Jesus, 'but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life.'" John 9:3 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had a unique way of clearing up misconceptions by helping people see truth as it was meant to be. For example, in John 9 we find Jesus refuting the traditional explanation of suffering when His disciples point to a man born blind and ask, "Who sinned, this man or his parents?" In other words, they wanted to know &lt;em&gt;Why did he deserve blindness?&lt;/em&gt; Jesus answers frankly, "Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciples looked backwards to find out why the man was blind. Jesus redirects their attention by pointing forward and upward with a new and different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, our response to challenges or suffering is determined by our perspective. When our focus is inward on ourselves or outward on circumstances, our natural response is fear, insecurity, grumbling and despair. I know. I've been there far too often. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Jesus redirects our questions and our focus. In doing so, it causes us to see suffering in a new light that disproves the old tradition. Not all suffering is a direct result of sin. Pain has a higher purpose in our lives. It's not necessarily there because we deserve it. It's to reveal God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is meant to refine us. James says it makes us "perfect and complete, lacking in nothing" (1:4b, ESV). Pain drives us to seek the heart and will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you and I have been going at it all wrong. We've been looking backwards in the rearview mirror of life asking, &lt;em&gt;"Why? What did I do to deserve this?"&lt;/em&gt; Instead, we should look forward and up asking, &lt;em&gt;"What's the purpose of my pain? What's the end result? What is God trying to do, accomplish, or teach me?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types of questions enable us to hold out hope for the future. They remind us our suffering can be transformed or redeemed. Tragedies and hardships like the loss of a spouse, a child, a limb, a job, or a home can be used to display God's work and make us more like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it time you and I looked up? An upward focus brings about a supernatural response that reflects trust and confidence in God, as He brings about His glorious work in each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;Dear Lord, give me a new perspective today. Help me see the real meaning of my suffering. Enable me to trust You with the good work You are accomplishing in my life through this pain. I long for You to be glorified in this trial. Give me the strength I need to make that happen. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: 30px;  font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/different-way-to-look-at-suffering.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-922245580061692296?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/922245580061692296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/suffering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/922245580061692296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/922245580061692296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TGi3ZC9hROI/AAAAAAAAB-E/s2StaAt-FWs/s72-c/momandmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-13128161017835712</id><published>2010-08-08T16:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:34:12.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been a terrible blogger this summer. But, I was going through some of the pictures I've taken and thought I'd share a few of my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8vTdQcf9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/GXIc0ovGlPc/s1600/SamsonSprinklers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8uEvg4uUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/APj1uYWdTQw/s1600/mareandreid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8uEvg4uUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/APj1uYWdTQw/s320/mareandreid2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503167928678791490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer vacation in Puerto Vallarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8tZBYFH_I/AAAAAAAAB8w/e3xrLa3zw_I/s1600/momanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8tZBYFH_I/AAAAAAAAB8w/e3xrLa3zw_I/s320/momanddad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503167177559449586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad on a walk at the nursing home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8pw_r7U7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/iFerH8q9eyo/s1600/LRsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8pw_r7U7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/iFerH8q9eyo/s320/LRsunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503163191376171954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset in West Little Rock as I was leaving the nursing home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8vTdQcf9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/GXIc0ovGlPc/s320/SamsonSprinklers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503169280987660242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Samson playing in the sprinklers at my parents house in Little Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-13128161017835712?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/13128161017835712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-favorites.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/13128161017835712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/13128161017835712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-favorites.html' title='A few favorites'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TF8uEvg4uUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/APj1uYWdTQw/s72-c/mareandreid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3801503374349855557</id><published>2010-07-11T18:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:42:44.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthier Key Lime Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDpVEVzvVTI/AAAAAAAAB8I/OZ7e-Ag5_M4/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDpVEVzvVTI/AAAAAAAAB8I/OZ7e-Ag5_M4/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492796228593734962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a few friends over to watch the final game of the World Cup. For dessert I made &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/food/healthy-light/healthy-desserts-recipes-00400000063245/page11.html"&gt;Key Lime Pie&lt;/a&gt; from a recipe I saw in the July issue of &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/magazine/current-issue/"&gt;Southern Living&lt;/a&gt; (I actually made the same recipe last night, too). It uses some healthier alternatives to the standard baking ingredients and is still SO good! I thought I'd share!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Key Lime Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (14-oz.) can fat-free sweetened condensed milk (the first time I made it I used regular, and there actually isn't much difference in taste!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup egg substitute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup fresh lime juice (I do half bottled and half fresh squeezed when I make 2 pies. I was a little more liberal with the bottled lime juice today and I think it tasted better.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp. Key lime zest (regular fresh lime juice and zest may be substituted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (6-oz.) reduced fat ready made graham cracker crust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (8-0z.) container fat-free frozen whipped topping, thawed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Whisk together first 4 ingredients until well blended. Pour mixture into piecrust; place pie on baking sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bake for 17 minutes or until pie is set. Remove pie from baking sheet to a wire rack, and let pie cool completely (about an hour).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Chill 3 to 24 hours. Top with whipped topping just before serving. Garnish if desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I actually let mine chill with the topping and "garnish".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Serves 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3801503374349855557?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3801503374349855557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/healthier-key-lime-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3801503374349855557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3801503374349855557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/healthier-key-lime-pie.html' title='Healthier Key Lime Pie'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDpVEVzvVTI/AAAAAAAAB8I/OZ7e-Ag5_M4/s72-c/IMG_1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3882410883332079290</id><published>2010-07-10T22:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:33:49.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Tonight we had some friends over for a little BBQ. It was our first official night to entertain in our house, so that was fun! I'm trying to get better about taking pictures, but of course didn't think about getting my camera out until after the Pardues had already left. But, I stole a pic of them from Facebook for good measure, and I resolve to do better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk7N-TQPjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/XWQPbFdia0w/s1600/29204_684566501287_20600387_38867827_5363878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk7N-TQPjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/XWQPbFdia0w/s320/29204_684566501287_20600387_38867827_5363878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486331803123250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pardue Fam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6RxHTN8I/AAAAAAAAB74/ZJ8XmX2q31w/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6RxHTN8I/AAAAAAAAB74/ZJ8XmX2q31w/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492485297471174594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6RbiJ1wI/AAAAAAAAB7w/L_EoFmuEgBY/s1600/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6RbiJ1wI/AAAAAAAAB7w/L_EoFmuEgBY/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492485291678226178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Caroline, Abbi, and Erica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6QtElUlI/AAAAAAAAB7o/W-x4PhVb5Bw/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk6QtElUlI/AAAAAAAAB7o/W-x4PhVb5Bw/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492485279206167122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matching in our purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk5eosY-9I/AAAAAAAAB7g/Rwbsdjj9cbs/s1600/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk5eosY-9I/AAAAAAAAB7g/Rwbsdjj9cbs/s320/party2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492484419037494226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Reido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4869535932241472332-3882410883332079290?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3882410883332079290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/bbq.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3882410883332079290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3882410883332079290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDk7N-TQPjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/XWQPbFdia0w/s72-c/29204_684566501287_20600387_38867827_5363878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7457363154933463962</id><published>2010-07-10T00:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:34:25.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annabelle and Mary Wesley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgFrd9ozSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XrBaR_rl7Ls/s1600/20100613_+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgFrd9ozSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XrBaR_rl7Ls/s320/20100613_+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492145989913988386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Smith Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mary Marshall and Kyle were one of the first couples that we met when we moved to Dallas. Kyle and Reid were staffed locally, and MM and Kyle were newlyweds, too! There were team dinners, double dates, a holiday party, dinners with MM when the guys were traveling, an OW Summer BBQ, and much more! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago they moved to the Middle East to join the Dubai office and we've missed them dearly! About a year ago we got a fun email announcement that said they were pregnant... With twins... And moving to Zurich! WOW! So, two years later we we able to hug their necks (Reid actually got to hang out with them while he was staffed in Zurich last Fall/Winter) and meet sweet Annabelle and Mary Wesley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I'm sick I forgot my camera!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgGlOMsADI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jCCCc7hN6a8/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492146982114558002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgGlS_sKmI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-3Q-i8P1sDo/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492146983402220130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgF9hwa04I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hH_I_FdtJxA/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492146300169933698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Love this one of Kyle and Gabe feeding the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7457363154933463962?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7457363154933463962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/annabelle-and-mary-wesley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7457363154933463962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7457363154933463962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/annabelle-and-mary-wesley.html' title='Annabelle and Mary Wesley'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDgFrd9ozSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XrBaR_rl7Ls/s72-c/20100613_+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4215583963565780869</id><published>2010-07-08T16:15:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:11:07.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theyounthappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; did a post of her &lt;b&gt;"10 Favorite Things"&lt;/b&gt; of summer and I thought I'd share mine (in no particular order, but the first. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Summer weekends with Reid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZNljJVLDI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3L8FgBYfedU/s320/WICKED.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491662103109774386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hummus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZM9hN3r4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sFYE1buOkEM/s320/hummus4-722799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491661415397175170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Crossfit - So glad I finally went back, even if its only been a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZMna_ZAkI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/gnQNcCVtyo4/s320/CFR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491661035768709698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 87px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sonic un-sweet tea with Splenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZMTrwcOFI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/mB1LyMGe1R4/s320/SONIC__THE_ULTIMATE_DRINK_STOP_by_ElectricFUSE.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491660696672024658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Central Market's Italian Cream Cake - Hello lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZMABbNzUI/AAAAAAAAB5I/w7Aprh22Bao/s320/italian+cream+cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491660358891195714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZLmYPP1aI/AAAAAAAAB5A/K_gKjRh9jYU/s320/sushi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491659918338413986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. "Cool" mornings with Samson at White Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZHjCOHecI/AAAAAAAAB44/4jGXOyskJyQ/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491655462841973186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Traveling - Puerta Vallarta in a little more than a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZO9IFoh0I/AAAAAAAAB5w/WbJMWGl4Eqs/s320/2-small-beaches-with.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491663607674996546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Hanging out with friends and family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZG5gJM1lI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0XHWBqv-e0w/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491654749319910994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Mad Men - We love having a series to watch together and needed a new one since Lost ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZFuzkAU7I/AAAAAAAAB4o/s1TjMBdSw0g/s320/mad_men.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653466042422194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869535932241472332-4215583963565780869?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4215583963565780869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4215583963565780869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4215583963565780869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-favorite-things.html' title='10 Favorite Things'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TDZNljJVLDI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3L8FgBYfedU/s72-c/WICKED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1082073422484633882</id><published>2010-07-05T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:42:44.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Reid and I went to visit his extended family in California for his cousin's high school graduation and to celebrate a big year of 60Th birthdays with a 1960's themed party (Reid and I did not win best costume - go figure). It was a quick trip but we had so much fun! I even learned how to make the famous family sauce recipe with Aunt Christina and my mother-in-law, Debra. When Reid and I were engaged Nona, Reid's grandmother, taught me how to make manicotti, and this past weekend I finally mastered meatballs. I think in the past month I've officially become Italian. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCgouy6FRFI/AAAAAAAAB28/Y7r8HApBeZw/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487680930355430482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Lunch with Aunt Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCwe9E32e-I/AAAAAAAAB4I/WLGWi5pCjFU/s320/_MG_0265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488796080486644706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCgovRna4NI/AAAAAAAAB3E/DHCQcMGjhdU/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487680938598654162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The Guests of Honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCgn_Gdx7pI/AAAAAAAAB20/Ct3qlWZFQBA/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487680110971711122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Our "festive" attire at the party ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCwe-TOovrI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/A2P31ugPA4k/s320/_MG_0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488796101520178866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Some of the cousins and a family friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCwe9ozwryI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/fFH3sjfvVVU/s320/_MG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488796090133163810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Grandle family at the graduation party for Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCgov4l96XI/AAAAAAAAB3M/LuK0-wKx3Z0/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487680949061544306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCwe-lA9A2I/AAAAAAAAB4g/zdXSdFCe6Kc/s320/_MG_0375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488796106294625122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The graduate with his Mom and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Nicholas and his older brother Alex enlisted in the Marines and leave for boot camp in late October. We are so proud of both of them and know that they will work hard to serve our Country well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1082073422484633882?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1082073422484633882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/california-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1082073422484633882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1082073422484633882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/07/california-trip.html' title='California Trip'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCgouy6FRFI/AAAAAAAAB28/Y7r8HApBeZw/s72-c/IMG_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5721833412554332466</id><published>2010-06-28T10:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:45:01.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rock - June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Naturally, I'm posting out of order. California will come when I get a few more pictures from Reid's family - sadly I didn't take very many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After returning to Dallas Monday morning I learned that a friend's dad had passed away. So, I needed to go to Little Rock. I picked up Samson from the Rover Resort (he had so much fun he could have stayed another week), did laundry, slept (I'd taken the red eye) and drove to Little Rock Tuesday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed being in Little Rock for my mom's birthday this year because we were in California. But, on Wednesday I was able to go to a little party that the nursing home activities director organized for those with June birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening (the only time I took pictures) my dad and I went back together to see her. It was really nice outside so we went on a walk. She loved it, but we couldn't get her to pick up her feet for anything. So, my dad spent the first half of the walk pushing her while she was planting her feet into the sidewalk, and the second half she rode backwards. When Dad turned her around Mom said, "Woooo!" Even still, she's teaching us to take it all in stride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCjLN2rs-PI/AAAAAAAAB30/bmeHrYHVCN0/s320/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487859584828504306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCjLOcgi7zI/AAAAAAAAB38/tMRY-Tk8yR8/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487859594982256434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCjJluOOvII/AAAAAAAAB3s/RULXNatE7C8/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487857795851009154" style="display: block; 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"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCjJj1acPcI/AAAAAAAAB3U/AJurZ4Xorvw/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487857763421535682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5721833412554332466?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5721833412554332466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-rock-june.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5721833412554332466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5721833412554332466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-rock-june.html' title='Little Rock - June'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/TCjLN2rs-PI/AAAAAAAAB30/bmeHrYHVCN0/s72-c/IMG_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-8244411730327365003</id><published>2010-06-28T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:54:20.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Samson</title><content type='html'>He's always been the sweetest puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/2593.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/s_2593.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's hard to believe that same sweet seven month old puppy has done this to our backyard in the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/2594.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/s_2594.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing he's cute, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/2595.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/27/s_2595.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-8244411730327365003?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/8244411730327365003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-samson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8244411730327365003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8244411730327365003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-samson.html' title='Oh Samson'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6587516743595229701</id><published>2010-05-26T22:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:49:00.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Little Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was able to spend a week in Little Rock last week and it was wonderful! George came to see Mom with me one day. He stayed awhile and tried to keep her awake while I waited to feed her dinner. She was so sleepy that he put her right to sleep tickling her arm. Its her favorite - especially when George does it. Friday night my dad and I went out to see her before bedtime and she was the most alert I had seen her all week. She was "talking" up a storm when we walked in and she didn't stop until we tucked her into bed. What she says usually doesn't make much sense, but she was just laughing and smiling at everything my dad was saying. She also told my dad she loved him. It was a fun night and I'm so glad I was there for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3pmNhd5cI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ejPT68wzurI/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3pmNhd5cI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ejPT68wzurI/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475789564626724290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plnpIZFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/VIC-KaNV7E8/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plnpIZFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/VIC-KaNV7E8/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475789554458322002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plSkNI2I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Sn9X9rOEhqA/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plSkNI2I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Sn9X9rOEhqA/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475789548800516962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plKoAauI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Qc-6srm8X3M/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3plKoAauI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Qc-6srm8X3M/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475789546668976866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3pkpKlZZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/MEitQlTcwG4/s1600/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3pkpKlZZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/MEitQlTcwG4/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475789537687201170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6587516743595229701?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6587516743595229701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/bit-of-little-rock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6587516743595229701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6587516743595229701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/bit-of-little-rock.html' title='A Bit of Little Rock'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S_3pmNhd5cI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ejPT68wzurI/s72-c/IMG_1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6723053777847252340</id><published>2010-05-20T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:26:38.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>French Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I went into the final exam and essay with an average of 88. let me just say that describing my emotional state as "nervous" would he an understatement. To make matters worse, we wouldn't find out our grades on those last two assignments or our final class grades for over a week! I've had moments of sheer terror seeing myself applying for summer school. French again would not be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesday I checked my email thinking there wasn't supposed to be any news until Thursday. Low and behold... I made a 90 on the essay and a 97 on the final (might be my highest test grade ever!) which puts my final grade for French at an "A". Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that victory as an opportunity to treat myself to mozzerella sticks at Sonic that afternoon. Because, really, what's a better reward than fried cheese served in a cardboard container?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, Reid, thank you for ALWAYS being my biggest fan! And for your willingness to pay an "arm and a leg" for Gilbert (pronounced in a throaty French accent) the French tutor. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6723053777847252340?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6723053777847252340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/french-update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6723053777847252340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6723053777847252340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/french-update.html' title='French Update'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1792477170120953567</id><published>2010-05-09T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:23:38.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to our beautiful Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-bSTnxsoPI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RuqsVvgn0WQ/s1600/IMG_0512+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-bSTnxsoPI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RuqsVvgn0WQ/s320/IMG_0512+bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469290032024822002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-bS_dx626I/AAAAAAAAB0I/vgLBABoAbEs/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-bS_dx626I/AAAAAAAAB0I/vgLBABoAbEs/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469290785255644066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me.  They have clung to me all my life.  ~Abraham Lincoln&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/4869535932241472332-1792477170120953567?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1792477170120953567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-saylor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1792477170120953567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1792477170120953567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-saylor.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-bSTnxsoPI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RuqsVvgn0WQ/s72-c/IMG_0512+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5389411180828136774</id><published>2010-05-06T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:30:07.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-Mmr-Rw5eI/AAAAAAAABzo/IHvZEjKqbBU/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-Mmr-Rw5eI/AAAAAAAABzo/IHvZEjKqbBU/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468256909451650530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MmsQIL7eI/AAAAAAAABzw/KnFO8XsQJPw/s1600/photo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MmsQIL7eI/AAAAAAAABzw/KnFO8XsQJPw/s320/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468256914243317218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&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/4869535932241472332-5389411180828136774?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5389411180828136774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/official-before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5389411180828136774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5389411180828136774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/official-before-and-after.html' title='Official Before and After'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-Mmr-Rw5eI/AAAAAAAABzo/IHvZEjKqbBU/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4590053732139110749</id><published>2010-05-06T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:50:50.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say a HUGE thank you my life-long friend, &lt;a href="http://adollopofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey March&lt;/a&gt;, for designing my new blog! She did a fantastic job, not just because she knows what I like, but because she listened to what my preferences were. Here is the &lt;a href="http://designsbylinds.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to her blog design business &lt;b&gt;Designs by Linds&lt;/b&gt;. Go check it out today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4590053732139110749?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4590053732139110749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4590053732139110749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4590053732139110749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-231011000161542325</id><published>2010-05-06T12:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:32:18.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reid has been on vacation between cases this week and instead of going somewhere we decided to be good home owners and tackle a few projects around the house. It also helped that his parents were going to be coming through Dallas this week and decided to stay for a few days to offer their help. We are so grateful for all they helped us do in such a short amount of time! We would NEVER have accomplished as much as we did without them! Thank you Denny and Debra for working so hard while you were here visiting us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our main project was taking out the random/ unsightly/ broken/ koi pond in the middle of the backyard. The pump wasn't working and it was already starting to attract bugs. Yuck! Poor Reid spent an entire day knocking out the stones with a sledge hammer. But, that part was done in a day, and filled in with dirt by Saturday evening. We also landscaped the flower bed, pulled up money grass and some other huge iris-like plants, and laid sod. The entire project took about four days. Reid and I still need to move the last of the flagstones that you see in the "after" picture. All I can say is it looks so much better than it did and gives us so much more yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a Samson story for you. Yesterday, after we finished laying the sod we went in to eat lunch and left Samson outside. Well, he went to town digging and it wasn't salvageable. Samson was pleased with his work, and Reid handled it much better than I did. I'm telling you, I was mad. ;) Those four days of yard work are the most I've done in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid is headed back to get two more squares of sod right now to replace the ones that Samson destroyed. Oh, well. If that's the worst damage he does to our house then I think we'll call that a victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the official before and after pics (we still have to plant the flowers we bought for the bed):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MH0n4sOGI/AAAAAAAABy4/XpAWSvgGpfY/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MH0n4sOGI/AAAAAAAABy4/XpAWSvgGpfY/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468222973199267938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MI6TiR3fI/AAAAAAAABzI/PAIMBFFxy-I/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MI6TiR3fI/AAAAAAAABzI/PAIMBFFxy-I/s320/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468224170327399922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MI5mSy6QI/AAAAAAAABzA/JYKvcfYRX2c/s1600/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MI5mSy6QI/AAAAAAAABzA/JYKvcfYRX2c/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468224158182861058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKdH8wENI/AAAAAAAABzQ/bcFOjSAtYTg/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKdH8wENI/AAAAAAAABzQ/bcFOjSAtYTg/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468225868024254674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKd0ZrMoI/AAAAAAAABzg/-7cpn21c22s/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKd0ZrMoI/AAAAAAAABzg/-7cpn21c22s/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468225879956730498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKdVSzmfI/AAAAAAAABzY/TSxGwx9bhKY/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MKdVSzmfI/AAAAAAAABzY/TSxGwx9bhKY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468225871606422002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&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/4869535932241472332-231011000161542325?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/231011000161542325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/231011000161542325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/231011000161542325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S-MH0n4sOGI/AAAAAAAABy4/XpAWSvgGpfY/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5707959091977621415</id><published>2010-04-27T14:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:48:39.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brayden turned &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; this month! I can't believe it has already been a whole year since he was born. I remember when &lt;a href="http://adollopofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; called to tell me she was pregnant, and its even more weird that it was almost two years ago! Brayden is such a blessing to his mom and dad, and I feel so honored to get to pray for and support them as they parent him. I love you March family and can't wait to come for a visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of Brayden from his first year (courtesy of his mommy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c_MqZxnNI/AAAAAAAABvg/48243gRBeMo/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c_MqZxnNI/AAAAAAAABvg/48243gRBeMo/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464906159610764498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-SUadBTI/AAAAAAAABvQ/eJ8p-IPU31I/s1600/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-SUadBTI/AAAAAAAABvQ/eJ8p-IPU31I/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464905157275616562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-R4nLGLI/AAAAAAAABvI/Xff36Sdn2bA/s1600/braydenmarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-R4nLGLI/AAAAAAAABvI/Xff36Sdn2bA/s320/braydenmarch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464905149812775090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-Ri44WhI/AAAAAAAABvA/RfIKCQbFzNw/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c-Ri44WhI/AAAAAAAABvA/RfIKCQbFzNw/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464905143981464082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4869535932241472332-5707959091977621415?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5707959091977621415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/brayden-is-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5707959091977621415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5707959091977621415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/brayden-is-one.html' title='Brayden is ONE!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9c_MqZxnNI/AAAAAAAABvg/48243gRBeMo/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-702768777332828850</id><published>2010-04-25T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:13:45.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;A passage in Hebrews was shared during worship this morning at church. The passage spoke directly to my heart. There is something about reading this verse, and thinking about the men and women who lived thousands of years ago with no idea they would become part of God's Living Word. They, who through faith, left a legacy despite their suffering. I'm amazed at how many times the journey didn't go so well - for Moses, for Job, for Naomi, for David, and on and on... But, it reminds me that my present suffering isn't in vain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;It made me realize how much bigger the Story is - how I fit into just a small piece of it, but have the chance to play a bigger role if I accept. The role of sharing Christ's faithfulness no matter the circumstance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And what more shall I say? For time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;who through faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; conquered kingdoms, enforced justice, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, were made strong out of weakness, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight. Women received back their dead by resurrection. Some were tortured, refusing to accept release, so that they might rise again to a better life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Others suffered mocking and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. They were stoned, they were sawn in two,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#2866C8"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they were killed with the sword. They went about in skins of sheep and goats, destitute, afflicted, mistreated— of whom the world was not worthy—wandering about in deserts and mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all these, though commended through their faith, did not receive what was promised, since God had provided something better for us, that apart from us they should not be made perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."  Hebrews 11:32-12:2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-702768777332828850?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/702768777332828850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/hebrews.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/702768777332828850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/702768777332828850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/hebrews.html' title='Hebrews'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3355630519524483731</id><published>2010-04-25T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:19:13.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From six weeks to five months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9TN1a1-enI/AAAAAAAABu4/4p07V6vSGWw/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9TN1a1-enI/AAAAAAAABu4/4p07V6vSGWw/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464218565529729650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9TN1CTADfI/AAAAAAAABuw/iRWlwJLYnww/s1600/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9TN1CTADfI/AAAAAAAABuw/iRWlwJLYnww/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464218558940581362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3355630519524483731?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3355630519524483731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-six-weeks-to-five-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3355630519524483731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3355630519524483731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-six-weeks-to-five-months.html' title='From six weeks to five months'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9TN1a1-enI/AAAAAAAABu4/4p07V6vSGWw/s72-c/IMG_2304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5875991617630404360</id><published>2010-04-24T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:29:02.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9O2oPUvBCI/AAAAAAAABuo/mbNzjI54fx0/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9O2oPUvBCI/AAAAAAAABuo/mbNzjI54fx0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463911575355065378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle, Jennie and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9O14fFhtpI/AAAAAAAABug/zuCskRYImCI/s1600/27047_673749049547_20600601_38487465_8238644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9O14fFhtpI/AAAAAAAABug/zuCskRYImCI/s320/27047_673749049547_20600601_38487465_8238644_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463910754952525458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the "Walnut Valley" girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a fun weekend! Last night Beth (a friend from Kindergarten, HS, and College) got married! Jennie and Michelle (oh, and their husbands) stayed with us and we loved having them here to hang out! We realized this weekend that, after being friends for YEARS, we all got engaged the same year. What fun memories we have together!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was also a mini reunion for the girls in our graduation class. It was so fun to see everyone and made me so excited for our ten year reunion that's just around the corner! And, thank you to Carly for posting the group pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5875991617630404360?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5875991617630404360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5875991617630404360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5875991617630404360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S9O2oPUvBCI/AAAAAAAABuo/mbNzjI54fx0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3338668220204226015</id><published>2010-04-11T15:29:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:41:53.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"In fact, what He's doing as we suffer is leading us into the depths of our being, into the corner of our soul where we feel our strongest passions. It's there that we discover our desire for God. We begin to feel a desire to know him that not only survives all our pain, but actually thrives in it until that desire becomes more intense than our desire for all the good things we still want. Through the pain of shattered [lower] dreams, we wake up to the realization that we want an encounter with God more than we want the blessings of life. And that begins a revolution in our lives." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Larry Crabb, Shattered Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really good at avoiding what's on my heart. The funny thing is, and someday maybe I'll finally catch on, what's there can never be avoided for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When my mom was diagnosed I was a sophomore in college. Though I had known for a while that something wasn't quite right with her, I felt like air had been taken from my lungs. There were days during that Spring semester that I would walk across Old Main lawn and cry so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. There were also days that the mere thought of my mom having Alzheimer's would knock the wind out of me. I was having panic attacks. It took me four months to realize I needed to see a doctor. When I did, I was prescribed anxiety medicine. And so, for the next five years I would take a pill everyday to help mask the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking back, I don't regret taking the medicine. My relationship with God continued to grow. It didn't have any weird effects on my personality. I was able to enjoy four years in Fayetteville. I started my first job. I married my best friend. And, I spent lots of time with my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I regret is not being able to fully process what was happening to my mom and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the end of last summer, I met with my doctor and counselor to discuss the necessary steps for getting off my medicine. We made a game plan and it was then up to me to start weaning myself. I waited, for whatever reason, until November when my three month supply ran out. For several weeks I felt on top of the world. I didn't feel any side effects and anxiety stayed at bay. That lasted until the second week of December. What I felt physically for nearly a month after that was enough to wish I had never touched one of those pills. What my body felt physically, I wouldn't feel emotionally for several more weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here and there, on random days I would feel anxious and not always be able to explain why. I labeled these days, "anxious days," and prayed they would eventually stop. They didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the past three months I have thought about a whole host of things. I worry something bad will happen to my dad. I worry about the grief that awaits me when my mom finally goes Home. I worry that she still understands what the disease is doing to her, and that she's unable to communicate that to us. I grieve that my mom won't get to be the kind of grandmother she dreamed of becoming one day. I grieve that she won't be at the hospital with me when we have our babies. I grieve that my children won't know her like I did. And, the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This past Friday was my hardest day yet. I couldn't get myself together. I woke up crying and didn't stop until late that evening. I felt crazy. Thankfully, one of my best friends reminded me that Satan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; want me to feel crazy and stupid. But, grieving over these things is totally normal, in fact, its natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I could say that Friday brought some sort of closure to what I've been feeling, but it didn't. I also wish I could say I felt God sitting beside me as I cried out to Him, but I didn't. (I'm not claiming God wasn't with me on Friday. I'm just making the point that I didn't allow myself to feel His presence.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This weekend, as I reflected on what happened Friday, I was reminded of a book I read last year. This excerpt says it all: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My real problem with God becomes apparent when long-held and deeply cherished dreams are shattered and He does nothing. And these are good dreams, not dreams of riches and fame, but dreams of decent health for those who I love and for good relationships among family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many of your dreams are good dreams too. You want to enjoy family life. You long for a job you really like, one that gives you opportunity to do what is important to you and to be appreciated for it. You aren't asking for great health or lots of money. But an accident the day after your car insurance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lapsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, then your wife coming down with chronic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; syndrome is just too much. You want to serve God as a missionary, but you can't raise the support you need to get to the field. Your dreams are good. And you're trusting God as best you know how. But nothing is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depending on an unresponsive God in the middle of crumbling dreams can be tough on faith. Relating personally with a God who is less responsive than friends with far fewer resources is difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exactly what is God doing with all His power? At some point in your Christian life you'll be forced to admit that Jesus doesn't make it on your list of responsive, valued friends. Love long enough, and dreams important to you will shatter. Some will remain shattered. God will not glue together the pieces of every Humpty Dumpty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who takes a great fall in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The divorce will go through, the cancer will claim a loved one's life, the Alzheimer's will not be arrested (let alone reversed) by the latest drug. The broken friendship will not be restored despite your best efforts to reconcile. Your marriage will not be satisfying no matter how many counselors you consult or seminars you attend. Your singleness will be an intolerable burden. The budding ministry will never materialize. The lost income will not be replaced by money pouring out of heaven's windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You'll feel low for a long time; the dark tunnel will lengthen with no light visible at its end. Your sense of adventure will yield to doubtful drudgery. You will be miserable. Your dream of feeling alive, captivated by beauty and passionately free, will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And God won't do a thing. For a long time. Maybe till heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's my problem with Him. Yet he tells us He is our most responsive friend. He isnists that, after giving us His Son, He would never withhold any good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then why doesn't He cure my mother's Alzheimer's? Why didn't he relieve my wife's back pain? Why doesn't he straighten out your shiftless kid and give him some direction? Wouldn't those be good things for us? Why didn't He arrange for you to get the education you wanted or steer you in a direction you'd really enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we see things rightly, we'll write his name in capital letters at the top of our list of friends, and with the angels, bow low before Him in adoration and awe. And hope. I believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it takes some doing to see things rightly. How can we write His name at the top of our list as the most wonderful, most sensitive, and most responsive friend we've ever had when our fondest dreams shatter and He does nothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Dreams-Gods-Unexpected-Path/dp/1578564522/ref=oe_popover_img"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shattered Dreams by Larry Crabb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, p. 22-23.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully, it doesn't end there. He spends the entire book working through that last question. And, its something I'll be working through for a long time... Let the revolution begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4869535932241472332-3338668220204226015?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3338668220204226015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/shattered-dreams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3338668220204226015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3338668220204226015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/04/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2266931218908232888</id><published>2010-03-19T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:53:46.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S6PwLxAvneI/AAAAAAAABtE/ER0wRquG6SE/s1600-h/Samson16.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S6PwLxAvneI/AAAAAAAABtE/ER0wRquG6SE/s320/Samson16.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464058974117346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite picture of Samson. We were playing in the yard today and you can tell he is clearly unhappy that I chose to take a picture rather than play "tug" with him. He is now 16 weeks and 43 pounds. That's right, he nearly DOUBLED in size in one month (at 12 weeks he was 26 pounds)! At every visit the vet keeps asking me if I understand how big he is going to be. Um, yeah, his parents were both 100 pounds, and I'm the one buying the expensive, easy to digest, osteo health dog food. I get it! ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Little Rock to visit my Mom and the rest of my family this week. More about that trip and pictures coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2266931218908232888?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2266931218908232888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-favorite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2266931218908232888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2266931218908232888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-favorite.html' title='My New Favorite'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S6PwLxAvneI/AAAAAAAABtE/ER0wRquG6SE/s72-c/Samson16.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2121661513541991182</id><published>2010-03-15T12:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:48:28.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w135ADOI/AAAAAAAABsU/Y200G7BpSVU/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w135ADOI/AAAAAAAABsU/Y200G7BpSVU/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448916670003285218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w1SxojCI/AAAAAAAABsM/O96SPvcNMvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w1SxojCI/AAAAAAAABsM/O96SPvcNMvQ/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448916660040272930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w01-fYMI/AAAAAAAABsE/AgOTtSLssvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w01-fYMI/AAAAAAAABsE/AgOTtSLssvQ/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448916652309569730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we helped Harper celebrate her first birthday! I can't believe how fast the first year goes by! It has been so fun to watch her grow over the last twelve months... I can't wait to see her become a little toddler girl over the next year! Happy birthday, Harper, we love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55xqMPn3AI/AAAAAAAABsc/pkMFhbpvc7o/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55xqMPn3AI/AAAAAAAABsc/pkMFhbpvc7o/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448917568820075522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55tuRhCWII/AAAAAAAABrk/mfIlxwMW8CA/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55tuRhCWII/AAAAAAAABrk/mfIlxwMW8CA/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448913240908257410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55vKx-4vRI/AAAAAAAABr8/Lr-83bKQg5U/s1600-h/IMG_2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55vKx-4vRI/AAAAAAAABr8/Lr-83bKQg5U/s320/IMG_2408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448914830171356434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2121661513541991182?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2121661513541991182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/harper-is-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2121661513541991182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2121661513541991182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/harper-is-one.html' title='Harper is One!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55w135ADOI/AAAAAAAABsU/Y200G7BpSVU/s72-c/IMG_1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3890857785282090301</id><published>2010-03-14T23:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:06:34.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks = 4 months old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5275mfeVMI/AAAAAAAABp8/VY6chDLp6G8/s1600-h/Samson16wkcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5275mfeVMI/AAAAAAAABp8/VY6chDLp6G8/s320/Samson16wkcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448717722447664322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 weeks &amp;amp; 16 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16 weeks is a big puppy milestone at our house! It means we can finally make trips to the dog park and spend a day at doggy daycare this week! Daycare will not become routine for us, but we are going to board him for the first time a month from now and want him to be familiar with where he is going to stay. Now that I wrote it out, it sounds even more ridiculous, but whatever. Until we have a baby, my tendency is to treat him like my child. Oh, so I better not forget to record that he lost his first two puppy teeth today. Top front. Bless his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55o9bQOsTI/AAAAAAAABqc/bLcOUULTvzo/s1600-h/photo-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S55o9bQOsTI/AAAAAAAABqc/bLcOUULTvzo/s320/photo-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448908003662016818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S52__LiNWwI/AAAAAAAABqU/s_i7_1N2_oc/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S52__LiNWwI/AAAAAAAABqU/s_i7_1N2_oc/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722216337103618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4869535932241472332-3890857785282090301?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3890857785282090301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/16-weeks-4-months-old-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3890857785282090301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3890857785282090301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/16-weeks-4-months-old-today.html' title='16 weeks = 4 months old today!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5275mfeVMI/AAAAAAAABp8/VY6chDLp6G8/s72-c/Samson16wkcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-126758426303927095</id><published>2010-03-05T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:44:36.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>I love Friday. It is the day I know Reid is working downtown, and will be home early (or at least around 5 or 6 which is early to me). It is my day to run errands and plan our meals for the weekend, but I also get to just enjoy being at home. On days like today when it's gorgeous outside I take the dog on long walks and we play in the backyard. Just a few reasons why I love Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/05/985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/05/s_985.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/05/986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/05/s_986.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-126758426303927095?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/126758426303927095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/126758426303927095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/126758426303927095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/fridays.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5726342150823036116</id><published>2010-03-01T23:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:20:04.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot in the past two months about a conversation my sister and I had before Christmas. After meeting with her counselor, she had called to ask me a question. She wondered if I thought it would still be really hard when our Mom goes to Heaven because we have already spent so much time mourning our gradual loss of her to Alzheimer's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you are reading this thinking, "Wow, that's what they think about?" And, to be honest, it is. That way of thinking, right or wrong, is a lot of how I have grieved. That day, though, my sister shared with me something from her counseling session and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. After asking her counselor the same question, he offered a very interesting analogy. Imagine that you are going sky diving. To prepare, your instructor gives you a manual to read. After you read the manual, you get suited with gear and are taken up in a plane. Without anymore instruction or guidance, your instructor pushes you out. Now, no matter how much you studied that manual, there was no way for it to have prepared you for what you felt when you fell from the plane. Reading a manual about sky diving and actually sky diving are two totally different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same is true of mourning the loss of someone before they are physically gone. While I have mourned the loss of the mom I once knew, I can still hug, kiss, and snuggle up to her. I can touch her hair and face, and hold her hands. I can sit and watch her make a familiar facial expression. I can still hear her sneeze the same way she always has - always so loud that when we were kids it would embarrass us when we were in public. And, I can still see her smile. Because so much of my mom is gone I can &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; that it will be easier. The truth is that it probably won't be easier. New emotions and a different kind of grief will one day come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The next three pictures are from this past Thursday night. It was my first night in Little Rock, and Dad and I went to see Mom. While she was eating her ice cream he asked her if she remembered their Gingie Bain (that's what they called me when I was little) standing on the table out on the back deck eating a popcicle and making funny faces. She remembered and smiled so big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo7lwlAbI/AAAAAAAABow/hZxIhy0x5to/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo7lwlAbI/AAAAAAAABow/hZxIhy0x5to/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443911791285698994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo7PTMGDI/AAAAAAAABoo/7KK9P1LmqYs/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo7PTMGDI/AAAAAAAABoo/7KK9P1LmqYs/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443911785256851506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo6jNP5nI/AAAAAAAABog/tQX_HDVWPDk/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo6jNP5nI/AAAAAAAABog/tQX_HDVWPDk/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443911773420775026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&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/4869535932241472332-5726342150823036116?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5726342150823036116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5726342150823036116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5726342150823036116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4yo7lwlAbI/AAAAAAAABow/hZxIhy0x5to/s72-c/IMG_1430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-9165563473707456115</id><published>2010-02-28T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:08:19.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months and a lot Bigger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4sTX1vZoFI/AAAAAAAABoY/XmfgkYMqVLk/s1600-h/Samson14wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4sTX1vZoFI/AAAAAAAABoY/XmfgkYMqVLk/s320/Samson14wks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443465874891186258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked eight weeks since we brought Samson home. I thought I would do a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; to show you how much he has grown in two months! He's not so little anymore!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-9165563473707456115?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/9165563473707456115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-months-and-lot-bigger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/9165563473707456115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/9165563473707456115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-months-and-lot-bigger.html' title='2 Months and a lot Bigger!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4sTX1vZoFI/AAAAAAAABoY/XmfgkYMqVLk/s72-c/Samson14wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2568891607806024655</id><published>2010-02-21T21:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:54:55.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Couldn't Resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcblogs.com/"&gt;LC&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://corbyandlauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; know how to have a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-8u1nJoI/AAAAAAAABn0/2QqLgaKj0Bc/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-8u1nJoI/AAAAAAAABn0/2QqLgaKj0Bc/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910144158770818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-8E91y2I/AAAAAAAABns/htC7xp4DBDA/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-8E91y2I/AAAAAAAABns/htC7xp4DBDA/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910132918995810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-7mzLokI/AAAAAAAABnk/RpMqqxqMDn0/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-7mzLokI/AAAAAAAABnk/RpMqqxqMDn0/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910124821226050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-7VgDepI/AAAAAAAABnc/hFNI88cu80A/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-7VgDepI/AAAAAAAABnc/hFNI88cu80A/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910120177597074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-6kcghcI/AAAAAAAABnU/41zBfI2R4Rk/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-6kcghcI/AAAAAAAABnU/41zBfI2R4Rk/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910107009385922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2568891607806024655?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2568891607806024655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-i-couldnt-resist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2568891607806024655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2568891607806024655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-i-couldnt-resist.html' title='Because I Couldn&apos;t Resist'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S4H-8u1nJoI/AAAAAAAABn0/2QqLgaKj0Bc/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4781036459586362746</id><published>2010-02-21T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:59:48.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Snowy Weekend</title><content type='html'>This post is a week late. Oops. I feel like we are finally getting in a new routine with Reid being gone four days a week. Don't get me wrong, it is SO much better than the two weekends a month that he would come home while on his Switzerland case, but with every new case we go through an adjustment period. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, after Dallas ended up with (something like) 10 inches of snow, our house lost electricity. It was &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a bummer. Mainly because we only have the weekends together as it is. Then throw a puppy who doesn't have all of his shots and is too young to be boarded anywhere in the mix. Ugh. All things considered, God and I talked quite a bit last weekend (more to come in another post), and we were so blessed to be able to stay with Lauren, Corby, and Harper Pardue until Sunday when our power did come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my camera was left at home in our cold house, you can click over to &lt;a href="http://corbyandlauren.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-weekend-in-pictures.html"&gt;Lauren's blog&lt;/a&gt; to see a few pictures that she took from our weekend with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4781036459586362746?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4781036459586362746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-snowy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4781036459586362746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4781036459586362746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-snowy-weekend.html' title='Our Snowy Weekend'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5490535235343730110</id><published>2010-02-19T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:33:29.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentines Weekend</title><content type='html'>Starts now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/19/1014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/19/s_1014.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5490535235343730110?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5490535235343730110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-valentines-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5490535235343730110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5490535235343730110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-valentines-weekend.html' title='Our Valentines Weekend'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1867761596617669216</id><published>2010-02-14T22:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:54:33.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let me preface by saying that this post is not intended to offend anyone. I have learned over this past year, while having the privilege of watching your babies grow, that every human life is a true little miracle from the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okejQkOqI/AAAAAAAABmo/fn6Bvp5S5os/s1600-h/Samson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okejQkOqI/AAAAAAAABmo/fn6Bvp5S5os/s320/Samson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438699607282694818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okefNnpCI/AAAAAAAABmg/wgJvpHJX8Wo/s1600-h/Samson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okefNnpCI/AAAAAAAABmg/wgJvpHJX8Wo/s320/Samson3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438699606196593698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okdvoBGGI/AAAAAAAABmY/5m6OFuYK1QE/s1600-h/Samsonsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okdvoBGGI/AAAAAAAABmY/5m6OFuYK1QE/s320/Samsonsnow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438699593422411874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On Thursday, I spent the morning taking pictures of Samson in the snow. I then came inside and spent time editing those pictures. A few hours later I realized I had just spent my entire morning doing things for my dog. Not my child, my dog. I was a little embarrassed. So, to make light of the situation, I decided to write a post inspired by my mommy friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samson, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Tomorrow you will be three months old! Your Dad and I just can't believe how much you've grown since you came to be part of our family. Your 12 week check up isn't until Thursday, but I'll do my best to remember your latest stats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 5 you weighed in at a whopping 22.8 pounds and are gaining about three pounds a week! I'd say that's 90th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head measures 13 tall inches from the ground. And you are ~32 inches long when you stretch out completely. Everyone at the Vet gets so excited when you come to visit. They think you are so cute!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You thrive on a schedule and you act out when it gets thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have to get up once in the night to let you out. You can make it about 5 hours in your crate at night and 4 during the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've been house broken since you were nine weeks old!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat one cup of Royal Canin Large Breed Puppy Osteo and Digest three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to chew raw hides, but you LOVE to eat bark from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to play fetch with the tennis ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite place to nap is under my desk in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love having your belly rubbed, but you hate to be patted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have learned to sit and lay down. Sometimes you will stay. It's hit or miss, but you'll figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get really excited when people come over to visit. And, I can tell you are going to like kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson, I really am so glad that we chose you! You brighten our days and make us smile. We love you, little guy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-1867761596617669216?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/1867761596617669216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-months-already.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1867761596617669216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/1867761596617669216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-months-already.html' title='Three Months Already?'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3okejQkOqI/AAAAAAAABmo/fn6Bvp5S5os/s72-c/Samson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6826938495837504873</id><published>2010-02-11T10:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:22:32.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A February Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3QtuNhdkPI/AAAAAAAABlg/Ee3K_Ewdeko/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3QtuNhdkPI/AAAAAAAABlg/Ee3K_Ewdeko/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437020922070274290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtu1BM8ZI/AAAAAAAABlo/1ZcxczYl-5U/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtu1BM8ZI/AAAAAAAABlo/1ZcxczYl-5U/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437020932672385426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtv0uFxxI/AAAAAAAABl4/jcrrOPWJAyM/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtv0uFxxI/AAAAAAAABl4/jcrrOPWJAyM/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437020949772093202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtvcc-IYI/AAAAAAAABlw/BdPc6rHuKfo/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3Qtvcc-IYI/AAAAAAAABlw/BdPc6rHuKfo/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437020943257837954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dallas finally got a little bit of what all of our friends and family in Arkansas have been talking about! Its a snow day! Now, lets just pray Reid's flight can make it to Dallas tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6826938495837504873?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6826938495837504873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6826938495837504873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6826938495837504873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-snow-day.html' title='A February Snow Day'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S3QtuNhdkPI/AAAAAAAABlg/Ee3K_Ewdeko/s72-c/IMG_1391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5676797467308449325</id><published>2010-02-08T13:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:18:01.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I can't remember who I've told... Class of...</title><content type='html'>2010. Or that's the joke that has been made. It all started at the end of my senior year in 2006. I was done... All one hundred and twenty-something hours... except, those last three hours of French. I had planned to take them in summer school (you can still "walk" with up to six hours to take in summer school) in Fayetteville, but the thought of living away from home any longer was painful. I also got a job and was supposed to start work in June. I was in a jam. I was talking about it at lunch at the Pi Phi house one day and someone suggested I take French by correspondence. They did, and it was a piece of cake. Looking back, its a good thing I can't remember who that person was that suggested I take those last three hours by correspondence because I would probably say something rude if I saw them today. I'm just being honest. Anyway, I tried to complete the French class via correspondence twice and failed what I thought was only the first time. Long story short, I found out in October that I still needed to take the French class to graduate. Lovely. My biggest fear was telling Reid and my dad. Reid was so understanding and supportive. I really couldn't ask for a better friend to walk the road of life with. And, my dad's response was classic. He said, "Well, I never understood how you could pass that class without a teacher." He was exactly right. So, this semester I am taking Intermediate French II at UT Arlington on Monday and Wednesday nights. On Tuesday and Thursday nights, to supplement what I am taught in class, I meet with a tutor. In a crazy way, I'm kind of thankful for the chance to get to go back to school. There are times I wish I had taken more classes this semester, and I've toyed with the idea of taking more classes next Fall. One of the things I hated about my time in college was what I chose to major in. Maybe this was my chance to go back and gain interest in getting a second degree. Or, maybe it was to make me thankful for the time I spent getting my first one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for now, what does this mean for going to see my mom? Really, Samson has put more of a damper on that than class because he is supposed to be 16 weeks old before he can be around my parents dogs. As soon as he is old enough Reid and I will start meeting in Little Rock (Reid from where he is staffed and me from Dallas) on the weekends as often as we can. The plan for now is that once class is over on May 7 I'll be back to my old Little Rock routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5676797467308449325?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5676797467308449325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-i-cant-remember-who-ive-told.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5676797467308449325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5676797467308449325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-i-cant-remember-who-ive-told.html' title='Since I can&apos;t remember who I&apos;ve told... Class of...'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4860482387540439296</id><published>2010-02-02T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:57:59.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The dining room is finished... I think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past few weekends that Reid has been home we have been furniture shopping. Let me preface this by saying that neither one of us likes to shop. We live in Dallas, minutes from &lt;a href="http://www.northparkcenter.com/"&gt;NorthPark&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.galleriadallas.com/"&gt;Galleria&lt;/a&gt;, and we still prefer to shop online. Thankfully, one of the places we have bought furniture for our house loads the pictures online. If you live in Dallas and have never been to &lt;a href="http://nadeauimports.com/"&gt;Nadeau&lt;/a&gt; you need to go. It is amazing (like IO Metro, the furniture at least, on steroids) and the prices are great, too! These are the pieces we got to finish the dining room. I can't wait to display all of our china and crystal that's been in boxes for three years! Now we just need to find some art to hang on the walls. I guess this house project might be never ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iRMXL3rUI/AAAAAAAABkM/S7QC7eoP-_o/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iRMXL3rUI/AAAAAAAABkM/S7QC7eoP-_o/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433752591990762818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the table we got in December. We've been waiting for Nadeau to get their Indonesia container in so we could get these pieces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iOE_8edLI/AAAAAAAABj8/LDgLXcFFqtw/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iOE_8edLI/AAAAAAAABj8/LDgLXcFFqtw/s320/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433749166958212274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iOEjI2ukI/AAAAAAAABj0/ifSktN0ESlk/s1600-h/photo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iOEjI2ukI/AAAAAAAABj0/ifSktN0ESlk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433749159225506370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4860482387540439296?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4860482387540439296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/dining-room-is-finished-i-think.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4860482387540439296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4860482387540439296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/dining-room-is-finished-i-think.html' title='The dining room is finished... I think.'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2iRMXL3rUI/AAAAAAAABkM/S7QC7eoP-_o/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-255375635068598355</id><published>2010-02-01T21:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:46:24.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efMePZ5pI/AAAAAAAABjk/JT34yI1ejd8/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efMePZ5pI/AAAAAAAABjk/JT34yI1ejd8/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486512070715026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efLql7USI/AAAAAAAABjc/FER6kba9m8g/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efLql7USI/AAAAAAAABjc/FER6kba9m8g/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486498206535970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efLLnbcMI/AAAAAAAABjU/ERGw4DYMHk4/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efLLnbcMI/AAAAAAAABjU/ERGw4DYMHk4/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486489891336386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby is growing, growing, growing! I just counted tonight and he is ten weeks old to the day. He's also pushing 25 pounds. Hopefully he hasn't surpassed that weight yet because $400 to neuter a dog that's under 25 pounds is already a lot! And, yes, the poor guy is getting neutered this week. Reid is devastated, but we both decided long ago that it was best. So, Friday is the day. More than you wanted to know I'm sure. But then again you are reading &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; blog. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-255375635068598355?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/255375635068598355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-weeks-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/255375635068598355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/255375635068598355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-weeks-old.html' title='10 weeks old'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2efMePZ5pI/AAAAAAAABjk/JT34yI1ejd8/s72-c/IMG_1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6723688159394439656</id><published>2010-01-31T21:40:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:00:17.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I want to suffer well.</title><content type='html'>If I'm honest with myself, I don't think I suffer well. Not when "suffering well" looks like &lt;a href="http://fm.thevillagechurch.net/blog/pastors/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. In the past two months my eyes have been opened to see suffering in a different way - to see my suffering as being counted &lt;i&gt;worthy&lt;/i&gt; to endure it for the sake of Jesus Christ. &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, I want to suffer well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Associated Press just released an amazing &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100131/ap_on_re/us_rel_the_pastor_s_cancer_1"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; about Matt Chandler, his family, and his battle with cancer. The article was picked up by papers in Mexico and Finland, along with the Washington Post and NY Times. Pray that this message reaches to the ends of the Earth for His glory. &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/4869535932241472332-6723688159394439656?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6723688159394439656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/suffering-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6723688159394439656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6723688159394439656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/suffering-well.html' title='Lord, I want to suffer well.'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5191335863954665980</id><published>2010-01-31T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:23:52.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson Learns "Sit"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was time to start some training this weekend with our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sambo&lt;/span&gt;. We are using baby carrots and will continue to extend the length at which we make him sit and wait for his reward. He made it as long as five seconds today, however, the video I posted shows an instant reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;On another note, he is fully house broken at nine weeks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; Samson! This weekend proved to be the turning point. I started bell training him two and a half weeks ago (he hits the small bell with his nose that is tied to a string and hung on the back door) and for the last week he was having just one accident a day. Usually it was my fault for not being quick enough, but since Friday he has been sitting at the back door after he rings waiting for us to take him out. Such a smart boy! Now to control the playful biting..... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9111588&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9111588&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9111588"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Samson Learns "Sit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1211373"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grandle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-5191335863954665980?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5191335863954665980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/samson-learns-sit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5191335863954665980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5191335863954665980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/samson-learns-sit.html' title='Samson Learns &quot;Sit&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2370950584875732816</id><published>2010-01-27T13:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:46:38.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2CcMWCSLXI/AAAAAAAABjE/zvq9KEBHRkw/s1600-h/3778361783_a284dee581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2CcMWCSLXI/AAAAAAAABjE/zvq9KEBHRkw/s320/3778361783_a284dee581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431512886496341362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2CcMPuYhsI/AAAAAAAABi8/PEoQkLFhxRY/s1600-h/ipad_touch_mock_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2CcMPuYhsI/AAAAAAAABi8/PEoQkLFhxRY/s320/ipad_touch_mock_up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431512884802258626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; had another big reveal today at a press conference in San Fran! After their yearly conference two years ago we bought our MacBook Pro. It was our first Mac, and to say we'll never look back is an understatement. Today, after the reveal, I am beside myself. The newest, greatest product is the &lt;a href="http://www.marketwatch.com/story/apple-launches-ipad-tablet-device-2010-01-27?reflink=MW_news_stmp"&gt;iPad&lt;/a&gt;. It will be perfect for traveling when you don't want to lug a 17 in laptop around. Perfect, I tell you! Now... I just have to figure out a way to get one!&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/4869535932241472332-2370950584875732816?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2370950584875732816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2370950584875732816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2370950584875732816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-day.html' title='A BIG day'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S2CcMWCSLXI/AAAAAAAABjE/zvq9KEBHRkw/s72-c/3778361783_a284dee581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-843130642908213075</id><published>2010-01-17T22:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:46:13.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj-A2UtJI/AAAAAAAABik/CzPRvYGSUtA/s1600-h/n611819_32096863_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj-A2UtJI/AAAAAAAABik/CzPRvYGSUtA/s320/n611819_32096863_1830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932630430823570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wedding Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj91NCNFI/AAAAAAAABic/YggxZP4L7Cw/s1600-h/DSC03697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj91NCNFI/AAAAAAAABic/YggxZP4L7Cw/s320/DSC03697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932627304854610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj9QczSxI/AAAAAAAABiU/kKR2BipGtGo/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj9QczSxI/AAAAAAAABiU/kKR2BipGtGo/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932617438874386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj8y1zpuI/AAAAAAAABiM/zi8DMOyQYxA/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj8y1zpuI/AAAAAAAABiM/zi8DMOyQYxA/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932609490691810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, this post is a little over due. I thought I'd wait until the weekend when I at least had a picture to post. I really can't believe its been three years, and on the other hand I can't believe it hasn't been five! I feel like we've packed so many fun memories into three years. Really, we have been blessed beyond measure. Since Reid was only home for 39 hours this weekend (thank you OW and Zurich), we opted for a low-key night at one of our favorite restaurants in Dallas called &lt;a href="http://www.terillis.com/"&gt;Terilli's&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of going to spend the night at a hotel downtown as we have in years past we came home to Samson. And, I should probably add there was no better gift we could have gotten for our anniversary than this dog. We love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pm4namXYI/AAAAAAAABi0/CyiDSEcg8Ho/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pm4namXYI/AAAAAAAABi0/CyiDSEcg8Ho/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935836239191426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-843130642908213075?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/843130642908213075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/third-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/843130642908213075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/843130642908213075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/third-anniversary.html' title='Third Anniversary!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S1Pj-A2UtJI/AAAAAAAABik/CzPRvYGSUtA/s72-c/n611819_32096863_1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-3947921246664350794</id><published>2010-01-14T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:43:25.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0-MxphybxI/AAAAAAAABiE/iqFA-xKjPmY/s1600-h/ss-100113-haiti-13.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0-MxphybxI/AAAAAAAABiE/iqFA-xKjPmY/s320/ss-100113-haiti-13.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426710860593786642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Restore us, O LORD God Almighty; make your face shine upon us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;       that we may be saved." Psalm 80:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We can ALL do something! You &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxdc.com/dpp/news/web_links/ways-to-text-to-help-donate-to-haiti"&gt;text&lt;/a&gt; a code that adds $5 or $10 to your phone bill, donate to &lt;a href="https://www.compassion.com/contribution/giving/disasterrelief.htm?referer=105910"&gt;Compassion&lt;/a&gt;, or give in one of &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/12/haiti-earthquake-relief-h_n_421014.html"&gt;many&lt;/a&gt; other ways. Take time to see how &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; feel moved to give. Mine was through the &lt;a href="http://www.eppersfamily.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; of Ashley and Sean Eppers and the story of a family who is adopting from Haiti. Go &lt;a href="http://dreamingbigdreams.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read their story and find out how you can Help Haiti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-3947921246664350794?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/3947921246664350794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3947921246664350794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/3947921246664350794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-haiti.html' title='Help Haiti'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0-MxphybxI/AAAAAAAABiE/iqFA-xKjPmY/s72-c/ss-100113-haiti-13.ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-6163871320992631421</id><published>2010-01-13T16:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:20:10.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>I saw this on our pastor Matt Chandler's Twitter updates and it struck something within me today. Maybe it's because I can't stop thinking about the devastation that has ravaged a poor, helpless Nation over the past 24 hours? Maybe it's because I often find myself feeling helpless to my mom's disease? Or maybe it's something the Lord hasn't revealed to me yet. All I know is that when I feel helpless, and like I can't do anything, I want prayer to be my impulse. And more than that, I want to have faith like a child that my prayers are powerful and effective because they are part of His providential plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prayers are powerful and effective not because they alter God's providential plan but because they are a part of it." - Jeremy Treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-6163871320992631421?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/6163871320992631421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6163871320992631421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/6163871320992631421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-8165397221052052758</id><published>2010-01-12T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:54:12.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emme talking about Samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; and Luke came to play today. It was funny to see a puppy through their eyes. Reid and I decided that we would be very firm when we disciplined Samson and use a loud "NO!" It just makes sense to start early and be consistent since he is going to be close to 100+ pounds! So, when he started to chew on the rug at my kitchen sink I yelled a firm, "NO, Samson!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; and Luke were quite concerned about why he would chew something, and we had to have a talk about how we only talk to dogs we are training like that - never people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samson never really took to the kids and they had little interest in him. I'm sure it will be better when he's older. He spent most of the time we were at my house in his crate or under my desk in the kitchen. During lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; got really concerned about Samson. I took a video because it was too funny to leave undocumented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Once again, to hear the sound on the video you will have to go to the bottom of the page and pause the blog music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8702923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8702923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8702923"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; talking about Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1211373"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grandle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-8165397221052052758?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/8165397221052052758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/emme-talking-about-samson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8165397221052052758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/8165397221052052758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/emme-talking-about-samson.html' title='Emme talking about Samson'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7548152542263605847</id><published>2010-01-07T14:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:07:14.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of Samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Samson playing in the den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8587750&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8587750&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8587750"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1211373"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mary Grandle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7548152542263605847?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7548152542263605847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-of-samson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7548152542263605847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7548152542263605847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-of-samson.html' title='Video of Samson'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4701201082326593869</id><published>2010-01-05T23:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:03:39.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Saylor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy First Birthday Saylor! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QmSk8m8DI/AAAAAAAABh8/jjAP57AA7WI/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QmSk8m8DI/AAAAAAAABh8/jjAP57AA7WI/s320/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501951858307122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First bites of birthday cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql3tZhj0I/AAAAAAAABh0/9eZA-K2yWPI/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql3tZhj0I/AAAAAAAABh0/9eZA-K2yWPI/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501490270605122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing like a big girl in December!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql3N2mb6I/AAAAAAAABhs/6O5zfZCzG1g/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql3N2mb6I/AAAAAAAABhs/6O5zfZCzG1g/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501481802624930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saylor the Lobster at Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql2iU9JdI/AAAAAAAABhk/LIMpa8iJs2c/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql2iU9JdI/AAAAAAAABhk/LIMpa8iJs2c/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501470118782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with Mare in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql2TZlTPI/AAAAAAAABhc/fHlSJMeQ77s/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql2TZlTPI/AAAAAAAABhc/fHlSJMeQ77s/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501466111659250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with Mare in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql1xcjinI/AAAAAAAABhU/WZ29q2QIA8s/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0Ql1xcjinI/AAAAAAAABhU/WZ29q2QIA8s/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423501456997321330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Harper Pardue in March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4701201082326593869?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4701201082326593869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-saylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4701201082326593869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/4701201082326593869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-saylor.html' title='Happy Birthday Saylor!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QmSk8m8DI/AAAAAAAABh8/jjAP57AA7WI/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7142635144988184668</id><published>2010-01-05T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:37:21.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Reido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QhWG1dIQI/AAAAAAAABhM/vNxwdmaG0UU/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QhWG1dIQI/AAAAAAAABhM/vNxwdmaG0UU/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423496514936578306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Reid's 26th birthday. We've been talking about the "26th" year and how its weird to think he is now closer to thirty than twenty! Its also weird to think we have celebrated ten birthdays together!!! Where has the time gone? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid, I am so thankful that you were born! I can't even begin to imagine my life without you. Happy birthday, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7142635144988184668?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7142635144988184668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-reido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7142635144988184668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7142635144988184668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-reido.html' title='Happy Birthday Reido!'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0QhWG1dIQI/AAAAAAAABhM/vNxwdmaG0UU/s72-c/IMG_0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-416982679194374561</id><published>2010-01-04T22:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:59:26.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson's first days home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I promise not to become one of those people that posts about their dog all the time once I get over how darn cute he is! Tonight will be his third night at our house. He has been sleeping in his crate and handled the first night like a champ. Last night was a little more rough... I was up at 5 this morning and saw little point in going back to bed. We're just figuring each other out, and I'm thankful Reid was all about buying dog books so I know that already. I'm doing my best to enjoy the puppy stage while while it lasts because his parents were both about 100 pounds!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LFICOxe5I/AAAAAAAABhE/-rhjOQSQqw0/s1600-h/IMG_2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LFICOxe5I/AAAAAAAABhE/-rhjOQSQqw0/s320/IMG_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113643135957906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time in the yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LE09vzmEI/AAAAAAAABg8/EfWMZ7butmU/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LE09vzmEI/AAAAAAAABg8/EfWMZ7butmU/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113315514816578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stretch and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LE0YxHiOI/AAAAAAAABg0/Lg-x2s1AAS8/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LE0YxHiOI/AAAAAAAABg0/Lg-x2s1AAS8/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113305588205794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His new favorite toy - a stuffing-free mallard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LEGKd9mUI/AAAAAAAABgs/DfeC1m9-hwM/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LEGKd9mUI/AAAAAAAABgs/DfeC1m9-hwM/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423112511475784002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and baby are so tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's horribly hard but we decided not to let him on the furniture even as a puppy. He has a bed he usually chooses not to sleep on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LEFmaZ0jI/AAAAAAAABgk/CjjIm3pfjIk/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LEFmaZ0jI/AAAAAAAABgk/CjjIm3pfjIk/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423112501797179954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-416982679194374561?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/416982679194374561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/samsons-first-days-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/416982679194374561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/416982679194374561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/samsons-first-days-home.html' title='Samson&apos;s first days home'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S0LFICOxe5I/AAAAAAAABhE/-rhjOQSQqw0/s72-c/IMG_2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-2769636788847010999</id><published>2010-01-02T22:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:54:27.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Samson</title><content type='html'>I am excited to introduce the newest member of the Grandle family. You might remember the post a few months ago about Reid and me secretly emailing the silver lab breeder at the same time with the hope of surprising each other with a puppy. I got too excited to keep my correspondence a secret and finally told Reid what I was planning to do. Well, Reid decided to keep up the communication and surprise me with a puppy for our three year anniversary. It worked and I was shocked! We picked him out yesterday and went back today to bring him home. The rest, as they say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/1147.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/s_1147.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/1148.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/s_1148.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/1149.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/02/s_1149.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-2769636788847010999?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/2769636788847010999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-samson.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2769636788847010999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/2769636788847010999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-samson.html' title='Meet Samson'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-7917011148180117175</id><published>2009-12-28T19:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:06:05.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He gave her a window</title><content type='html'>For the first time in three months when I said, "I love you," to my mom tonight she saw me. She saw ME. It was so different than any other time - like God was in the room and gave her a "window" Himself. As I cried, I pressed my cheek against her's and heard her sigh the kind of sorrowful sigh only a Mother can when she knows her child is pained. I want her back. I want her for more than ten seconds. I don't know what I'm going to do when she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/28/743.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/28/s_743.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='224' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-7917011148180117175?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/7917011148180117175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-gave-her-window.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7917011148180117175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/7917011148180117175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-gave-her-window.html' title='He gave her a window'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-1073319590347452134</id><published>2009-12-22T23:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:49:12.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTU*NTQyNTg*MCZwdD*xMjYxNTQ2OTk*MTg4JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEyJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*xMTBmMTk5YzE1ODk*OGM*OWEwMzUzOTA*MWY3YTdkNSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div  style="color:#e9e9e9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Merry Christmas from the Grandles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color:#e9e9e9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background- width: 425px;color:#e9e9e9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background- width: 425px;color:#e9e9e9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A841991" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=PeqVg3BZpmcBhulB&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=PeqVg3BZpmcBhulB&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=PeqVg3BZpmcBhulB&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; 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As you know, things turned out very differently. Eleanor and I have talked a few times over the past week about how sad we feel. Neither of us thought this time of year would be difficult, but we were quickly proven wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year ago my mom started acting out in some unusual ways. She stopped eating, drinking, and sleeping. She refused to take her medicine on most occasions, and spent a lot of time talking to herself in the mirror. Eleanor was telling me tonight that she remembered trying to get my mom to go to bed last December 16. Mom was so upset and confused and didn't want to leave her "friend" in the mirror. The next day I got a call from my brother George. They had to take my mom by ambulance to UAMS. That morning she became severely agitated and was uncontrollable. The hope was that after a short stay at the hospital she would be evaluated, regain normal fluid and electrolyte levels, and return home before Christmas. After two days at UAMS we learned several things. The two major ones were that She suffered from a UTI which contributed to her behavior problems. And, on a dementia scale of 1 to 7, with seven being the most severe, Mom was at a 6. It was then recommended that she go to Baptist Geriatric Psych for further evaluation and to get her medicine controlled. I can't even remember exactly how long she stayed at Baptist. I think it was around three weeks.  While she was there we learned from the social worker that they would not release her to go back home. They said that even with care at home there was no way to make a home environment safe for her. Our option was a 24 hour care facility. My dad and I spent the week of Christmas visiting nursing homes and talking to them about her situation. After PV agreed to take her, we all agreed that was our best option. A year later, we are still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister was telling me tonight that one of her friends told her she didn't know how Eleanor got out of bed every morning. Sometimes I wonder how we all go on without my mom, too. She was our world, and we were hers. Some days, especially when I'm in Little Rock, it would be a lot easier to stay in bed, to pretend nothing ever happened. But we move on, we press on everyday, because we know she would want us to. I think one of the hardest things to think about going forward is that as much as I've grieved over the past year, there is still a lot of grieving yet to &lt;a href="http://www.strengthforcaring.com/manual/grief-death-and-dying-end-of-life-care/what-is-anticipatory-grief/"&gt;come&lt;/a&gt;. And, when we finally send her home to Jesus I know another kind of grief will overwhelm me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, I can say my family is truly closer than ever. My siblings and I have watched our dad fall more and more in love with our mom while caring for her each night. It is one of the richest blessings from this past year - to know our mom was loved well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl4L7gBQI/AAAAAAAABgE/c_kV2_zLuNI/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl4L7gBQI/AAAAAAAABgE/c_kV2_zLuNI/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112780327519490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl5I6Dt9I/AAAAAAAABgU/yzIh4-nPGrY/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl5I6Dt9I/AAAAAAAABgU/yzIh4-nPGrY/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112796696033234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl4hh3miI/AAAAAAAABgM/KYByxHYZIFY/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl4hh3miI/AAAAAAAABgM/KYByxHYZIFY/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112786125593122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl5Zh6uKI/AAAAAAAABgc/FqebCyy7NII/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl5Zh6uKI/AAAAAAAABgc/FqebCyy7NII/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112801158183074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-268919516689377078?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/268919516689377078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/268919516689377078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/268919516689377078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/Synl4L7gBQI/AAAAAAAABgE/c_kV2_zLuNI/s72-c/IMG_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-5053344466743137834</id><published>2009-12-15T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:41:58.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall on Your Knees</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about this for the past few weeks. I hesitated to write about it, but it has had an impact on me and I think its time I share it. Our pastor, Matt Chandler, was diagnosed with a two-inch brain tumor after suffering a seizure on Thanksgiving Day. He had surgery to remove it on December 5, and heard the pathology report today, December 15 (the report will be shared with the church body tomorrow via email). You can go &lt;a href="http://fm.thevillagechurch.net/blog/pastors/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more from our pastors and elders.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop thinking about the song O Holy Night. A song that so richly describes our Hope. We sing this song every year, but I never stop to read and meditate on the promise of these words. So, please join with me and fall on your knees before our Savior in prayer for the Chandler family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is the night of Our dear Saviour's birth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Long lay the world In sin and error pining,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Til He appear'd And the soul felt its worth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;A thrill of hope The weary world rejoices,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;For yonder breaks A new and glorious morn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall on your knees! O, hear the angels' voices!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;O night divine, O night when Christ was born;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;O night divine, O night, O night Divine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;With glowing hearts By His cradle we stand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So led by light of A star sweetly gleaming,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here come the wise men From Orient land.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The King of Kings Lay thus in lowly manger;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In all our trials Born to be our friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He knows our need, To our weakness is no stranger,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold your King, Behold your King.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truly He taught us To love one another;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;His law is love And His gospel is peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chains shall He break For the slave is our brother;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in His name All oppression shall cease.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet hymns of joy In grateful chorus raise we,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let all within us Praise His holy name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;His power and glory Evermore proclaim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;His power and glory Evermore proclaim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&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/4869535932241472332-5053344466743137834?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/5053344466743137834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall-on-your-knees.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5053344466743137834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/5053344466743137834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall-on-your-knees.html' title='Fall on Your Knees'/><author><name>Mary Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652072415407584774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/S5FvvD167tI/AAAAAAAABpY/vpwC3gcOReI/S220/IMG_0568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869535932241472332.post-4973852535291844772</id><published>2009-12-14T02:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:45:28.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body." Romans 8:18-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our sermon today was a topic that's been on my heart this entire week - really for the past month. Everything down to the scriptures that were used; My heart has been wrestling with and praying through each one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've written a lot about the different emotions I've felt over the past six years, and even more about what I've felt over the past year. I knew the Holiday Season would be difficult, but I couldn't gauge just what I would feel. On Thanksgiving Day it hit me. I was mad. I was so mad that every time I thought about how much had changed in a year I had to go to the bathroom to cry. It was a mad, angry cry and it didn't go away once Thanksgiving was over. I'm still mad - mad at the destruction of sin. How devastating its effects. It is a new stage of grief I'm working through. And it is one I honestly never thought I would enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thankfully, it doesn't stop with me just being mad and crying about it. Like our pastor said today during the sermon, we, as Christians, know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; anticipate the end of the Story. One of my favorite descriptions of the coming reconciliation is found in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%2021:1-5&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Revelation 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So as Christmas draws near, once again, I find myself reflecting more and more about the sacrifice that God made to send his Son to save us from the sin of the world. A pastor in NY said something in a Twitter update this week that really struck me. He said, "The first advent (or coming) brought relief of our sins. The second advent will bring relief from our sufferings. Come, Lord Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/SyXkGzfZ18I/AAAAAAAABf8/asnbsFMOE90/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AynbqVFn1Hk/SyXkGzfZ18I/AAAAAAAABf8/asnbsFMOE90/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984932535162818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In his book, Knowing God, J.I. Packer talks about "The supreme mystery". It is that "mystery" that further assures us that in a world full of sin and pain He came. And one day He will come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“The really staggering Christian claim is that Jesus of Nazareth was God made man– that the second person of the Godhead became the ’second man’ (1 Cor. 15:47), determining human destiny, the second representative head of the race, and that He took humanity without loss of deity, so that Jesus of Nazareth was as truly and fully divine as He was human…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is here, in the thing that happened at the first Christmas, that the profoundest and most unfathomable depths of the Christian revelation lie. ‘The Word became flesh’ (John 1:14); God became man; the divine Son became a Jew; the Almighty appeared on earth as a helpless human baby, unable to do more than lie and stare and wriggle and make noises, needing to be fed and changed and taught to talk like any other child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And there was no illusion or deception in this: the babyhood of the Son of God was a reality. The more you think about it, the more staggering it gets. Nothing in fiction is so fantastic as is this truth of the Incarnation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;–J.I. Packer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtsbooks.com/product-exec/product_id/1857/nm/Knowing+God+(Paperback)_?utm_source=nroark&amp;amp;utm_medium=blogpartners" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(28, 155, 220); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Knowing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 1973), 53.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Click &lt;a href="http://northway.thevillagechurch.net/sermons"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the sermon "The Hope of Advent" by Beau Hughes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869535932241472332-4973852535291844772?l=mareandreid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/feeds/4973852535291844772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mareandreid.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-came.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869535932241472332/posts/default/497
