<?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-8513813730577239075</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:13.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One after Gods own heart...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I share what God is doing in my life and in my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1595433043453601548</id><published>2011-10-25T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:39:55.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind blown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iksEqEOW2aM/TqdIzC_aGSI/AAAAAAAADvs/exL34nt3rOU/s1600/photo-795411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iksEqEOW2aM/TqdIzC_aGSI/AAAAAAAADvs/exL34nt3rOU/s320/photo-795411.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667578697882409250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sweet little Justin had so much fun with his window down this afternoon. It&amp;#39;s usually too hot, too cold, the wind would mess my hair up...really I&amp;#39;m just scared they would fall out, so I never let them put their windows down. Once we got to our road they begged because it was so nice outside-- and reluctantly, I agreed. I&amp;#39;m so glad I did! Look at the smile on this boys face. Fear almost made me miss this...&lt;p&gt;I wonder what else in my life I&amp;#39;m letting fear hold me back from. I &amp;quot;opened the window&amp;quot; a couple of weeks ago and signed up for the prison ministry and I go next week. Scared but looking forward to the &amp;quot;smiles&amp;quot;!! &lt;p&gt;What is fear holding you back from??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1595433043453601548?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1595433043453601548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1595433043453601548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1595433043453601548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1595433043453601548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/wind-blown.html' title='Wind blown'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iksEqEOW2aM/TqdIzC_aGSI/AAAAAAAADvs/exL34nt3rOU/s72-c/photo-795411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6384349400049821854</id><published>2011-10-03T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:08:45.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog pile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piHBZzONX30/Top4v729hGI/AAAAAAAADvg/rtKOoGFkCN8/s1600/photo-725046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piHBZzONX30/Top4v729hGI/AAAAAAAADvg/rtKOoGFkCN8/s320/photo-725046.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659468646661850210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That&amp;#39;s a lot off Griffin boys right there!! I&amp;#39;m so lucky. :) &lt;p&gt;I wonder what God has in store for those three little monkeys on top?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6384349400049821854?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6384349400049821854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6384349400049821854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6384349400049821854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6384349400049821854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/dog-pile.html' title='Dog pile'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piHBZzONX30/Top4v729hGI/AAAAAAAADvg/rtKOoGFkCN8/s72-c/photo-725046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5068217302074760680</id><published>2011-09-29T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:17:20.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is the HERO of my story!</title><content type='html'>As I was doing a Beth Moore bible study this morning, God led me off on a study of my own.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what it was going to be about or why it was happening, but I just went with it! I'm not exactly sure how I got from the book of Daniel to the book of Isaiah, but I took great comfort in the forty third chapter.&amp;nbsp; One verse that really stuck out was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for my own sake, and remembers you sin no more."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Isaiah 43:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't is great God loves us that much?? He doesn't even remember our past sins!! More on this in a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my Beth Moore study she talked about what God's desire for my life is.&amp;nbsp; What is God's desire for us...John 15:8,16 says, (v8) "&lt;i&gt;to be my disciples&lt;/i&gt;." (v.16) "&lt;i&gt;You did not chose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go out and bear fruit&lt;/i&gt;..."&amp;nbsp; It's humbling knowing GOD CHOSE ME! He gave me specific gifts to do his work.&amp;nbsp; One is definite-- he gave me a singing voice.&amp;nbsp; I know He can give&amp;nbsp; more than one gift, and I know there's more to me than just singing...so what is it?? I've been praying for several weeks now trying to figure out what it is, and what am I supposed to do with it. After reading these verses in John I knew God wanted to share something with me.&amp;nbsp; I started digging deep and he revealed to me I have the gift of showing mercy!! It has always come so easy to me...growing up I often thought maybe I was too soft; after all most people around me where not so willing to show mercy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mercy-- compassionate or kindly forbearance shown toward an offender, an enemy, or other person in one's power; compassion, pity, or benevolence; Have mercy on the poor sinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't share personal stories with out permission of the other party, but one thing I would like to share (what I think compassion should look like) is Osama Bin Laden.&amp;nbsp; On 9-11 there people in the Middle East standing in the streets singing and dancing over lives lost.&amp;nbsp; What's equally heartbreaking to me, though, is the night I heard Osama Bin Laden was dead the things I heard on TV and was reading on facebook.&amp;nbsp; I was glad to hear they got him (dead or alive) because it needed to be done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; War is ugly and even God says it's necessary at times.&amp;nbsp; But here is a man who didn't know God and had just lost his life.&amp;nbsp; I was cheerless... We are to mourn as God does, for his people, even the lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to our God who doesn't remember our sins.&amp;nbsp; If you ask for forgiveness you not only receive it, but he remembers it no more!&amp;nbsp; It comes easy for me forgive and forget. Yes, even forget.&amp;nbsp; I was really put to the test a couple of years ago.&amp;nbsp; Even though it took a long time (longer for me than usual) I was able to forgive and ask for forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; I really have to stop and think about the whole situation to remember details, but I choose not to.&amp;nbsp; Some say that's foolish and I could get burned again.&amp;nbsp; I say we are to be just like Jesus and we are to forgive as many times as it takes.&amp;nbsp; If I harbor resentment from the past it would make it hard to forgive in the future.&amp;nbsp; Also, I think if we are to be like Jesus- we should forget just as God does.&amp;nbsp; He tells us in Isaiah 43:18 "&lt;i&gt;Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't write this to toot my own horn or to brag, but to encourage you. Forgiveness sometimes is a slow process....it doesn't have to be- it's a chose.&amp;nbsp; Don't let Satan have a stronghold on your life by holding on to bitterness. If you want mercy you have to show it.&amp;nbsp; I leave you with this last verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is how my heavenly Fater will treat each of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;unless you forgive your brother from your heart."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew 18:35&amp;nbsp; &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/8513813730577239075-5068217302074760680?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5068217302074760680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5068217302074760680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5068217302074760680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5068217302074760680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/jesus-is-hero-of-my-story.html' title='Jesus is the HERO of my story!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-611976611575833685</id><published>2011-09-20T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:12:38.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriving on parched land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjSnQNa_3lg/Tnj_iCqjm-I/AAAAAAAADt4/mo4tZRprScI/s1600/flowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjSnQNa_3lg/Tnj_iCqjm-I/AAAAAAAADt4/mo4tZRprScI/s640/flowers.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those that live in Texas know, but we have been months with no rain...day after day with over 100 degree temperatures. A few days ago this very tolerant moss rose plant was wilted and dying; It thrives in sunny hot locations where the soil is poor. Even though mine was wilting, it was still green but no flowers. Then, finally Saturday night, it poured down on this thirsty land! The next morning I could barely tell it had rained. Here it is a few days later and it's producing lots of bold color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how many of us are parched and drying up? Or growing, but not producing anything beautiful.&amp;nbsp; It's only when you're reading and studying God's word daily that you are going to flourish! Over the last couple of years, I've learned that it all begins with prayer.&amp;nbsp; If I'm studying and not praying it doesn't quite work out for me.&amp;nbsp; I still end up feeling lost and confused-- very much like this moss grass before the rain.&amp;nbsp; I would catch myself wondering why my life wasn't going according to plan.&amp;nbsp; HA! Who's plan?? Well, mine of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've come to realize (I've heard all my life, but it's finally it home) is God has a kingdom agenda!&amp;nbsp; And I'm usually way off the path He has planned out for me. When I'm doing both is when He grants me wisdom and understanding;&amp;nbsp; That's when I'm able to have boldness and color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a broken world-- our lands are parched. Satan wants to hold us in captivity-- often times you don't even know it's Satan.&amp;nbsp; Our culture tells us "Yes, Yes, Yes! Because you deserve it! Use credit and pay it back later!" If you're not building up your faith by praying and studying, you will stay in bondage. Don't become brainwashed by the world and culture!&amp;nbsp; But, &lt;b&gt;be intentional and very deliberate&lt;/b&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; Practice a little restraint with me this week. I'm not drinking Dr. Pepper, or over eating, or buying unnecessary things. I'm going to watch less TV.&amp;nbsp; I AM going to show restraint and focus more on God because of it! And let me tell ya, not having Dr. Pepper (just because I can) has been the biggest challenge for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close out this blog, I'm going to pray for you! That (for even just one of my readers) these words written will spark a flame in your soul. That you'll be intentional in spending one-on-one time with the Lord. That as you learn, God will reveal his plan for your life! That he will put a blaze of passion on your heart and you'll know exactly what to do!! &lt;br /&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/8513813730577239075-611976611575833685?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/611976611575833685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=611976611575833685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/611976611575833685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/611976611575833685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/thriving-on-parched-land.html' title='Thriving on parched land'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjSnQNa_3lg/Tnj_iCqjm-I/AAAAAAAADt4/mo4tZRprScI/s72-c/flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6887204453108791508</id><published>2011-09-15T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:18:36.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet brother time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpxmQxLCSHM/TnKHzJLcdcI/AAAAAAAADt0/j-KpyImVqAE/s1600/photo-716111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpxmQxLCSHM/TnKHzJLcdcI/AAAAAAAADt0/j-KpyImVqAE/s320/photo-716111.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652729795010393538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s all I have to say about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6887204453108791508?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6887204453108791508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6887204453108791508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6887204453108791508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6887204453108791508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweet-brother-time.html' title='Sweet brother time...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpxmQxLCSHM/TnKHzJLcdcI/AAAAAAAADt0/j-KpyImVqAE/s72-c/photo-716111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2374535661474793119</id><published>2011-08-24T08:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:33:30.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A renewed mind</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite apps on my phone is one called Pandora...most of you probably already know what it is.  For those that don't, it's free radio.  I love it because you pick what you want; songs, artists, composers.  I keep it on praise and worship station- you give a thumbs up for the songs or the artist you like and it will play it more ofter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, a song that I've not heard in a really long time came on and I was convicted and cried all the way home this morning after dropping the boys off.  God has such perfect timing, would you agree? Had I heard it before dropping them off (1) it may not have hit me the same way, or (2) I would have been a mess while dropping them off and their teachers would have looked at me like I was a crazy person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in a Church of Christ I often times I don't recognize a song by the music.  But as soon as I heard the words "There's a stirring deep within me" it hit me like a freight train.  Here I was driving and the Lord indeed started a stirring deep  down within!  I haven't been very faithful-- I've neglected to use my gifts for His Service.  I'm  thankful for his grace and mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a gift(s) given to us, even life itself (Isaiah 42:5). I can't give money [yet!], but I can give of my time-- to volunteer, give unselfishly my time to my boys and my husband.  Even as I sit here trying to pound out this blog, little Joel comes to ask for pretzels and my first response to him was, "In a second."  When it should have been to get up with a grateful heart and get him some pretzels. Which I just did by the way...thank you Lord, again, for teaching me and being patient with me.  Doing our everyday job with integrity and respect for others can also be a gift.  It takes a lot to give and act as Jesus did on a daily basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be ready when my time comes-- to see Him face to face! I don't  want to have idle thoughts.  I want to always hear that voice calling  me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He calling you?  Is it to show someone else grace today? Or, to serve? Teach? Encourage? Contributing to the needs of others? Leadership? Showing mercy? Romans 12:5-8 talks about each of these gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with the lyrics to the song that touched my heart and inspired this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a stirring deep within me;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be my time has come?&lt;br /&gt;When I'll see my gracious Savior&lt;br /&gt;Face to face when all is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that his voice I am hearing?&lt;br /&gt;"Come away my precious one."&lt;br /&gt;Is he calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Is he calling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rise up, rise up&lt;br /&gt;And bow down, and lay my crown&lt;br /&gt;At his wounded feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8513813730577239075-2374535661474793119?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2374535661474793119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2374535661474793119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2374535661474793119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2374535661474793119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/renewed-mind.html' title='A renewed mind'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8810288262446450</id><published>2011-08-08T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:20:02.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue eyed beauty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1a3prPoPOE/TkCZU_fJpiI/AAAAAAAADsk/OG-elakjTpw/s1600/photo-702407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1a3prPoPOE/TkCZU_fJpiI/AAAAAAAADsk/OG-elakjTpw/s320/photo-702407.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638675319386383906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, this handsome little fellow...let me tell you a little story about him!&lt;p&gt;First, let me set the scene for you. This morning the boys and I went to Target for two wedding gifts, a birthday, and a baby gift. As we were walking through the parking lot, as always, we link hands to make a train. Justin wanted to be the engine, so he&amp;#39;s up front. As we approach to cross the road right in front of the store, here comes a black SUV;  Justin starts to dash out in front of them. I of course immediately yell at him to FREEZE! As soon as we were safely across the road I ask, &amp;quot;Justin, what on earth were you thinking-- running out like that in front of a car?&amp;quot; He sweetly replies, &amp;quot;I was going to stop them with my blue eyes and my freckles.&amp;quot; I had to laugh and kiss this sweet little face. Then, scold him to never ever try that again! &lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s see, does he stop you in your tracks?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8810288262446450?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8810288262446450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8810288262446450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8810288262446450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8810288262446450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/blue-eyed-beauty.html' title='Blue eyed beauty!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1a3prPoPOE/TkCZU_fJpiI/AAAAAAAADsk/OG-elakjTpw/s72-c/photo-702407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2005771477041680553</id><published>2011-08-04T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:05:57.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkR-0_So7rg/TjrDZxw_kOI/AAAAAAAADsc/jhcUT3t4jlY/s1600/photo-757744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkR-0_So7rg/TjrDZxw_kOI/AAAAAAAADsc/jhcUT3t4jlY/s320/photo-757744.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637032731230572770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The boys got grounded from their costumes before we left on vacation because they weren&amp;#39;t picking them up and putting them away. With this heat, I&amp;#39;m not allowing them to play outside either. They are sick of T.V. and video games. My throat hurts from all the reading (choir practice last night was a challenge). &amp;quot;So, what can we do?&amp;quot; they ask. So, when Daddy got home last night Justin asked him to draw on a costume; one that I won&amp;#39;t have to pick up later...! :) You can see Joel getting his there in the background.  &lt;p&gt;One good thing about the heat (if you&amp;#39;re looking for a positive) is that I&amp;#39;ve had lots of time to invest in them-- speaking truth into their little hearts. It&amp;#39;s been a time of teaching them brotherly love. And! to turn off lights behind them! ;) &lt;p&gt;Stay cool people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2005771477041680553?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2005771477041680553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2005771477041680553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2005771477041680553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2005771477041680553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-creative.html' title='Getting creative'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkR-0_So7rg/TjrDZxw_kOI/AAAAAAAADsc/jhcUT3t4jlY/s72-c/photo-757744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4707544067369228470</id><published>2011-07-07T04:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T04:35:29.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A heavy heart</title><content type='html'>As I lay here in bed writing this, I am heavy laden. &lt;p&gt;A friend from church died (leaving behind a husband of 20 years and three teenagers) and I will attend her funeral here in a few short hours. Reading her last posts on facebook she gave God all the glory...right up until the very end;  Praying for a miracle knowing that God could heal her, but also knew He could call her home at any time. The discernment and wisdom flowing from her mouth (that I didn&amp;#39;t quite appreciate at the time) astounds me now looking back! I know she is at the right hand of our Heavenly Father, and has gained it all, but I am so sad for Brent, Jenna, Shawn, and Brennan. What a testimony of faith Jennifer was to so many! &lt;p&gt;Oh my- how we take life for granted. We don&amp;#39;t give back to God what he deserves. We don&amp;#39;t praise him like we should, or give him the credit owed. Instead we sit [complacent] in our homes...churches even. We perform our daily tasks of praying, serving in a ministry, tithing, even reading the bible; like it&amp;#39;s a to-do list just to be checked off. Is that enough? I say not! He needs more from us than that--he wants us everyday!  In Mark it says I can&amp;#39;t receive Jesus unless I put others (even the least of the least) before me. &lt;p&gt;Lord, help me to die to myself so I can serve others as Jesus did! To be able to love/forgive those that have wronged me- as I am sure I need their forgiveness, too. &lt;p&gt;Matthew 6:19-21 says, &amp;quot;Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, here moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasure in heaven,  where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4707544067369228470?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4707544067369228470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4707544067369228470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4707544067369228470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4707544067369228470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/heavy-heart.html' title='A heavy heart'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3544831889222885657</id><published>2011-06-30T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:42:46.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally smitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzR_F0bcZQg/Tgzt1wLOcII/AAAAAAAADsA/UqFHjDSV1XI/s1600/photo-766418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzR_F0bcZQg/Tgzt1wLOcII/AAAAAAAADsA/UqFHjDSV1XI/s320/photo-766418.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624131542399742082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just had to capture this little darling! &lt;p&gt;Johnny has really taken to soldiers and learning about war ever since we went to honor the soldier that died a couple of weeks ago.  Kyle has talked to him a lot about what it takes to be a soldier and what freedom is-- the cost that it means, but the glory it brings to God, self, family, our country, etc... We read and watch everything we can get our hands on. I pray that God will use this [now little] boy in a mighty way! That he will be a missionary starting now even at the young age of 8! &lt;p&gt;Joseph (the son of my childhood best friend, also my moms godson) has been with us all week- he has played war with my boys everyday, all day! We will be sad to see him go home!! He is such a joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3544831889222885657?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3544831889222885657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3544831889222885657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3544831889222885657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3544831889222885657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/totally-smitten.html' title='Totally smitten!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzR_F0bcZQg/Tgzt1wLOcII/AAAAAAAADsA/UqFHjDSV1XI/s72-c/photo-766418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5734317811430660472</id><published>2011-06-30T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:15:46.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following in daddy's footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VJ-4jGUADs/TgznhKvy4NI/AAAAAAAADr4/a4SobGiCByA/s1600/photo-746994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VJ-4jGUADs/TgznhKvy4NI/AAAAAAAADr4/a4SobGiCByA/s320/photo-746994.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624124591685427410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m washing the truck and I look over to see what the little boys are doing, this is what I found! I asked Justin what&amp;#39;s wrong with his truck just to learn that the oil was bad and needed changing!&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t think I can say it enough how much I love being a momma to little boys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5734317811430660472?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5734317811430660472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5734317811430660472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5734317811430660472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5734317811430660472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/following-in-daddys-footsteps.html' title='Following in daddy&apos;s footsteps'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VJ-4jGUADs/TgznhKvy4NI/AAAAAAAADr4/a4SobGiCByA/s72-c/photo-746994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7291979895424591895</id><published>2011-06-28T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:11:26.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin and his critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UX9wr70VDNs/Tgpfn3XRM1I/AAAAAAAADrs/w2BMNlQwEfg/s1600/photo-786272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UX9wr70VDNs/Tgpfn3XRM1I/AAAAAAAADrs/w2BMNlQwEfg/s320/photo-786272.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623412223206568786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Meet Tweety the Frog, because he croaks really load. Justin&amp;#39;s newest addition (for the day) to the Griffin clan! &lt;p&gt;I absolutely adore this boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7291979895424591895?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7291979895424591895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7291979895424591895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7291979895424591895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7291979895424591895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/justin-and-his-critters.html' title='Justin and his critters'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UX9wr70VDNs/Tgpfn3XRM1I/AAAAAAAADrs/w2BMNlQwEfg/s72-c/photo-786272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6855274187743285948</id><published>2011-06-19T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:42:56.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have BOYS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-on_GZhgNv5Q/Tf6lov-QLrI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1OROWe5uC58/s1600/photo-776509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-on_GZhgNv5Q/Tf6lov-QLrI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1OROWe5uC58/s320/photo-776509.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111504495881906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I open my freezer and what do I see, frozen toys.  It started with Han Solo-- which is hilarious to me. Never would I have thought about freezing him. I love being a mother to little boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6855274187743285948?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6855274187743285948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6855274187743285948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6855274187743285948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6855274187743285948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-boys.html' title='I have BOYS!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-on_GZhgNv5Q/Tf6lov-QLrI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1OROWe5uC58/s72-c/photo-776509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1869101431209175149</id><published>2011-06-18T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:38:43.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've won the lottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkD0-H6ITJg/Tf1l6OAMhhI/AAAAAAAADrI/tyfrV3QPXiA/s1600/soldier1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkD0-H6ITJg/Tf1l6OAMhhI/AAAAAAAADrI/tyfrV3QPXiA/s400/soldier1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759960893982226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqsXCr-fpZQ/Tf1l5LjUkqI/AAAAAAAADrA/CkFF46vFrCs/s1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqsXCr-fpZQ/Tf1l5LjUkqI/AAAAAAAADrA/CkFF46vFrCs/s400/soldier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759943056134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Justin is only five years old, but he was a little less than good (hot and sleepy) while we were standing on the roadside watching a soldier (who died fighting for our freedom) being escorted home. As I stood there watching them pass by with tear filled eyes I was reminded of how we American's are all entitled toddlers. We [undeserving] were born here and have won the lottery and take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt proud to be standing there-- that's all I could do for his family to show them our support. Johnny learned an important lesson today; one that I think will sick with him the rest of his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to post the video, but it's not allowing me. Guess I'll try posting it to facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT1Eoh--qdA/Tf1l5OhdZEI/AAAAAAAADq4/OLbt5sqdOKs/s1600/soldier2of2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT1Eoh--qdA/Tf1l5OhdZEI/AAAAAAAADq4/OLbt5sqdOKs/s400/soldier2of2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759943853630530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1869101431209175149?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1869101431209175149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1869101431209175149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1869101431209175149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1869101431209175149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/weve-won-lottery.html' title='We&apos;ve won the lottery'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkD0-H6ITJg/Tf1l6OAMhhI/AAAAAAAADrI/tyfrV3QPXiA/s72-c/soldier1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2906114241594121570</id><published>2011-06-13T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:29:48.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backfired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:medium;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Because Justin wouldn't help his brothers clean up his punishment was to sweep the kitchen and computer room. Uh yeah, it backfired BIG time! Kyle and I were walking back into the living room when we here Justin's little giggles as he says, "Best. Day. Ever!" Then giggles again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-  font-size:medium;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBPepf2p3lw/TfWfQWDON4I/AAAAAAAADqw/03TNCWCOb4Y/s1600/justin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBPepf2p3lw/TfWfQWDON4I/AAAAAAAADqw/03TNCWCOb4Y/s400/justin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617571213360379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:medium;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I should have known.  He loves to help! Oh well, good to know...!  I think this boy needs a little personality, what do you think? :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8513813730577239075-2906114241594121570?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2906114241594121570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2906114241594121570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2906114241594121570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2906114241594121570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/backfired.html' title='Backfired!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBPepf2p3lw/TfWfQWDON4I/AAAAAAAADqw/03TNCWCOb4Y/s72-c/justin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5690037452056107941</id><published>2011-05-10T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:22:43.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like-minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I am reading Philippians and in verse 2 it says to imitate the humility of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Philippians 2:8 says, "...he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death---even death on a cross!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I would like to think I could die for Christ. I mean, if someone where holding a gun up to my head and said they would kill me if I were a Christian, then asked me if I was, how would I answer. Used to, I thought I would just say no (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I mean, there is common sense, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&amp;nbsp;God would understand. The more I've studied and grown I have come to realize, boy was I wrong; We are never supposed to deny Him. Never!! Even if death is the cost. I would hope I have the courage to "become confident in the Lord...and proclaim the gospel without fear."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Until faced with it, I couldn't say for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Philippians 2:12-13 "Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed---not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence---continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I do know that I need [daily] to pray and ask God to help me put on the mind of Christ, so that when I'm faced with hard and fast decisions I can act accordingly. It's not natural, we are natural born sinners, after all. God has a plan for me while on this earth...and the bible says, "to die is gain!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;What would you do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5690037452056107941?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5690037452056107941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5690037452056107941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5690037452056107941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5690037452056107941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-minded.html' title='Like-minded'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4010490949337830321</id><published>2011-04-28T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:54:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My reality</title><content type='html'>At the start of each day, I pray for the Lord to teach me something new; to help me be creative in teaching my boys.  I want them to have a love for their Creator and to be different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was praying this morning the Lord spoke to me heart, "Why do you ask for these things and then not seek after them?  Why haven't you come to me every morning for your quiet time?  How can I teach you when you're not listening?  Hello!! Wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I haven't been doing my part this past week and I can see a huge difference in my attitude.  I am edgy.  I bark at the boys over stupid stuff.  I don't stop and train their little hearts as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only important to pray daily, but read my bible and LISTEN!  Duh! No wonder things have been off kilter. It's so simple and I have been in such a funk;  I have to be diligent, not only in prayer, but in studying my bible EVERY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This afternoon I put the boys in a bubble bath with a cup of tea, turned the lights off, lite candles, and read our Character Bible. What a blessing to have them eager and asking questions. As I type this now, I hear Johnny telling his brothers they are his servants (armor-bearer is what the story called them) and they are going to rescue King Saul the disobedient king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRiGTn-bEA/Tbnu30d0A-I/AAAAAAAADp8/g9fM5RKms10/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRiGTn-bEA/Tbnu30d0A-I/AAAAAAAADp8/g9fM5RKms10/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600770254355825634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come on morning...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4010490949337830321?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4010490949337830321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4010490949337830321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4010490949337830321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4010490949337830321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-reality.html' title='My reality'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRiGTn-bEA/Tbnu30d0A-I/AAAAAAAADp8/g9fM5RKms10/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1360694587062320512</id><published>2011-03-29T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:06:47.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official- Johnny's 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOAGFMVCGAI/TZHneAhP-sI/AAAAAAAADp0/Sy6eUJgQPiQ/s1600/photo-707157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOAGFMVCGAI/TZHneAhP-sI/AAAAAAAADp0/Sy6eUJgQPiQ/s320/photo-707157.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589503115265047234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took Johnny to Chuck E. Cheese for his birthday. He brought along his friend, Caiden. Also, cousin Kason came to join the fun! &lt;p&gt;As you can see from the smiles on their faces- they had a blast. &lt;p&gt;Thank you Papa and Grammer, Mama Jean, Nana and Pop, Uncle Vernon, Papa and Pammy, and Aunt Kirsten and Kason for making Johnny&amp;#39;s 8th birthday a memorable one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1360694587062320512?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1360694587062320512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1360694587062320512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1360694587062320512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1360694587062320512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-official-johnnys-8.html' title='It&apos;s official- Johnny&apos;s 8!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOAGFMVCGAI/TZHneAhP-sI/AAAAAAAADp0/Sy6eUJgQPiQ/s72-c/photo-707157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-453276074887151238</id><published>2011-03-24T06:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:24:48.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my! How time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnHQ_Yr7HQ/TXkEQFgDGjI/AAAAAAAADpE/7s1TMgR-Ipo/s1600/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnHQ_Yr7HQ/TXkEQFgDGjI/AAAAAAAADpE/7s1TMgR-Ipo/s200/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582497887503456818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 24, 2003 was one of the happiest days of my life! My beautiful 7lbs 5oz blue eyed beauty finally arrived at 3:21 PM.  He was wide eyed and bushy tailed then (looking just like his daddy), and not much has changed today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-NUo_sNM7s/TXj6tUXhSwI/AAAAAAAADo8/PGkMCAI2euM/s1600/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-NUo_sNM7s/TXj6tUXhSwI/AAAAAAAADo8/PGkMCAI2euM/s200/johnny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582487394594147074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward eight years! Here is our Johnny Griff!  Sweet, stubborn, gentle hearted, daddy's boy, 100% boy, momma's boy (when he wants to snuggle), loves the out doors, but also loves video games, people-pleaser and a leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Johnny accepted Jesus into his heart!  We were driving home from school one day and he was real quiet...unlike my Johnny Griff! Then, a few minutes later he said he needed to pray.  Me, thinking "Oh no! What has he done" said, "OK Johnny Griff, what about?" That's when he began to tell me about how Jesus popped in his heart the night before while singing a song during Kingdom Kids. Even though, he has not been baptized yet, I know this little boy loves the Lord, and is a Mighty Warrior already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21HbaDtiuBc/TXkIJCdsaSI/AAAAAAAADpM/WsAeOhvwaBo/s1600/johnny6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21HbaDtiuBc/TXkIJCdsaSI/AAAAAAAADpM/WsAeOhvwaBo/s200/johnny6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582502164475701538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see all the ways God uses this little blessing that calls me Mom! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xn4BsUx8oQ/TXkIJ_hvWgI/AAAAAAAADpU/Iog0Kib-bsc/s1600/johnny8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xn4BsUx8oQ/TXkIJ_hvWgI/AAAAAAAADpU/Iog0Kib-bsc/s200/johnny8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582502180867234306" border="0" /&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/8513813730577239075-453276074887151238?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/453276074887151238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=453276074887151238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/453276074887151238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/453276074887151238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-my-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh my! How time flies...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnHQ_Yr7HQ/TXkEQFgDGjI/AAAAAAAADpE/7s1TMgR-Ipo/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5969949599693295327</id><published>2011-03-01T10:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:13:11.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crown of Beauty</title><content type='html'>I went to an Evangelism Women's Conference yesterday. It was a last minute decision and I am so glad I went. The Lord gave me a few pearls of wisdom that I want to share. There were several, but today I just want to share this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the speakers, Angela Thomas, asked the question, "Are you a good Jesus girl? or a bad Jesus girl?" My first reaction was like, "Well duh! God of course." But, the longer she talked the more Jesus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whispered&lt;/span&gt; in my ear. I was slapped in the face-- again! I was so sure of myself, yet I know there is always room for improvement. I was disappointed in myself for so quickly assuming I was good. I'm not and only by God's grace am I made pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow- she goes on to talk about Isaiah 61, and when I give God my ashes- He will return to me a crown of beauty! You'll have to read the passage to understand the whole meaning of the "ashes" and "crow of beauty." I will give you my interpretation, but WOW!, what a powerful phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded to give God the bad things I've done/do in my life. Jesus already paid for my sins. All I have to do is take my ashes to the cross; God is there to take my brokenness and redeem me!! AND- replace it with a crown of beauty! Then, she goes on to talk about bitterness. She asked if I was bitter about what I had to trade in. If there is one thing I've learned over the past year or two is that there is no room for bitterness. I can not serve God and try to take comfort in my bitterness. It's more like having a pity party..! Bitterness is a jail. Have you ever found peace in being bitter at something or someone? The only way I have found true peace is through Jesus Christ. Put on the mind of Christ; Choose victory over what ever it is you struggle with. Pray for God to take that from you and use it for His glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5969949599693295327?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5969949599693295327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5969949599693295327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5969949599693295327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5969949599693295327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/crown-of-beauty.html' title='Crown of Beauty'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5006157649413500491</id><published>2011-02-26T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:20:35.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KhSuyo4qgo/TWnRFFH7bWI/AAAAAAAADo0/JFeoic8vNQo/s1600/photo-735014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KhSuyo4qgo/TWnRFFH7bWI/AAAAAAAADo0/JFeoic8vNQo/s320/photo-735014.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219498680053090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Johnny finally lost a top tooth and he&amp;#39;s so excited!&lt;p&gt;He now knows there is no tooth fairy and he hugged me (with this big &amp;#39;ol cute smile) and said, &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; When I asked him for what, he replied, &amp;quot;For my money in advance.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5006157649413500491?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5006157649413500491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5006157649413500491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5006157649413500491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5006157649413500491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KhSuyo4qgo/TWnRFFH7bWI/AAAAAAAADo0/JFeoic8vNQo/s72-c/photo-735014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1532651671652606885</id><published>2011-02-21T16:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:19:13.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of my MomHeart</title><content type='html'>I am forever changed. Isn&amp;#39;t it great that we have a merciful, grace giving, loving, Heavenly Father?&lt;br&gt;This weekend I attended a MomHeat conference with a group of ladies from church. Sally Clarkson, author of several books (Mission Of Motherhood is a must), came to teach us, encourage us, and share in our passion on biblical motherhood. Oh my, what a treat she was! I loved the book and had no idea how much more this conference would bring. I had no expectations other than leaving feeling refreshed--I was after all kidless... No spills to clean up, toys to put away, breakfast lunch or dinners to cook, beds and laundry to be done, no puppy pee to be wiped, you get my drift..? &lt;br&gt;Anyhow, from the early Friday morning tea when Sally first spoke to a very small group of us, I knew this was going to be different than ANYTHING I had ever experienced!! Boy was I right! You know that small voice, the one that talks to you when something is wrong, or when you&amp;#39;re trying to make a decision- the one people call their conscious? Well I call it the Holy Spirit;  guiding me down the right path. And this weekend He was right in my face talking so loud it almost hurt my &amp;quot;ears&amp;quot; and he was saying, &amp;quot;Trisha, wake up! You might be on the right path, but there&amp;#39;s so much more! Trust in me, follow me, I AM here to guide you and provide for you!&amp;quot; I fell in love with my kids in a whole new way this weekend, and I can&amp;#39;t really explain it any better than just that. I already love so deeply and didn&amp;#39;t realize I could love them that much more. Wow! I can&amp;#39;t imagine how much more the lord must love them! But, it does excite me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1532651671652606885?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1532651671652606885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1532651671652606885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1532651671652606885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1532651671652606885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/piece-of-my-momheart.html' title='A piece of my MomHeart'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7422389965743121469</id><published>2011-02-13T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:52:29.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Sabbath?</title><content type='html'>To my mom and dad- No, not our old cat! Haha. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve had this book and been reading it on and off for a while now. Yesterday I picked it up and started over, determined to finish this time. It&amp;#39;s about finding rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives; it&amp;#39;s titled &amp;quot;Sabbath by Wayne Muller&amp;quot;. &lt;p&gt;One thing that really jumped out at me is when he talked about our modern life, and how it&amp;#39;s designed to seduce us; every where you go, look, on tv., it&amp;#39;s always: Buy me. Do me. Watch me. Try me. Drink me. &lt;p&gt;Then, this morning in Sunday School we talked about Loyal Love. What a God of perfect timing we have! It really made me think about the things in my daily life that distract me from God. I am reminded of Jesus waking up early to go out by himself and pray. What makes me think I can be any different..? Muller talked about the Muslims and how they&amp;#39;re called to prayer five times a day- all work ceases... No wonder they are so loyal. &lt;p&gt;I am in constant &amp;#39;prayer&amp;#39; every day, but I don&amp;#39;t always stop to meditate (a formulaic prayer) and give Him my undivided attention. Jesus was sinless, and still He prayed! If he had to pray- how much more should I pray?&lt;p&gt;Lots to be in prayer about this week. Besides the little souls I&amp;#39;m trying nurture- so they&amp;#39;ll have a love and passion for God, there&amp;#39;s this FPU Class, and a Mothers Conference I&amp;#39;m going to Friday and Saturday. I&amp;#39;m asking for prayers (especially from you grandparents), for God to show me what my/family&amp;#39;s life should look like. I know He has mighty plans for us- I&amp;#39;m excited to he what they are! &lt;p&gt;I challenge you, my sweet family and friends, to invoke the sabbath in your life daily. Let God seep in to every aspect of your life! Watch the blessings and wisdom that come from being still and listening to that small voice! &lt;p&gt;Blessings on your week..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7422389965743121469?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7422389965743121469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7422389965743121469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7422389965743121469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7422389965743121469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember-sabbath.html' title='Remember the Sabbath?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2028280442810341693</id><published>2011-02-11T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:04:08.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Country living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU6Uos8cq50/TVYUyFVi4kI/AAAAAAAADos/AIlxzfGqWqI/s1600/photo-748143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU6Uos8cq50/TVYUyFVi4kI/AAAAAAAADos/AIlxzfGqWqI/s320/photo-748143.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572664439576126018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This big horse of a dog has enjoyed coming in to sleep at night since it&amp;#39;s been freezing. Tonight, though, I went to let her in and she had this rabbit in her mouth. Ewwwwh! Needless to say- she&amp;#39;s sleeping outside with her kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2028280442810341693?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2028280442810341693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2028280442810341693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2028280442810341693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2028280442810341693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/country-living.html' title='Country living'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU6Uos8cq50/TVYUyFVi4kI/AAAAAAAADos/AIlxzfGqWqI/s72-c/photo-748143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3674433647070428348</id><published>2011-02-09T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:22:53.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsF3LC0Erg/TVM979l-8YI/AAAAAAAADok/KKVFIzzku20/s1600/photo-773922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsF3LC0Erg/TVM979l-8YI/AAAAAAAADok/KKVFIzzku20/s320/photo-773922.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571865264342888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Are you totally wrapped around anyones finger?!? &lt;br&gt;Let me just tell you about my little Joely-bowly! This little cutie pie asked me, &amp;quot;When are you going to grow little so you can be my princess?&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3674433647070428348?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3674433647070428348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3674433647070428348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3674433647070428348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3674433647070428348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsF3LC0Erg/TVM979l-8YI/AAAAAAAADok/KKVFIzzku20/s72-c/photo-773922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4058783892740967454</id><published>2011-02-09T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:26:33.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TVMGirCvvYI/AAAAAAAADoc/QBJY-o_zK38/s1600/photo-793091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TVMGirCvvYI/AAAAAAAADoc/QBJY-o_zK38/s320/photo-793091.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571804356726996354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t know the title to the song that came over me when I saw this, but it goes:&lt;p&gt;Heaven came down and glory filled my soul,&lt;br&gt;When at the cross the Savior made me whole. &lt;br&gt;My sins were washed away,&lt;br&gt;And my night was turned to day. &lt;br&gt;Heaven came down and glory filled my soul.&lt;p&gt;Thank you God for saving a sinner like me! And- for the reminder...&lt;br&gt;We are so undeserving, but he loves us anyway. How lucky we are- and take it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4058783892740967454?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4058783892740967454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4058783892740967454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4058783892740967454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4058783892740967454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/filled-my-soul.html' title='Filled my soul'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TVMGirCvvYI/AAAAAAAADoc/QBJY-o_zK38/s72-c/photo-793091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1005163143514827530</id><published>2011-02-08T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:38:01.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*WARNING*  *WARNING*</title><content type='html'>You must be 18 years or older. This blog contains material.... Just kidding. &lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t come near the Griffin household unless you don&amp;#39;t mind going home with parvo; I guess it really won&amp;#39;t matter if you don&amp;#39;t have a puppy or don&amp;#39;t plan on having one in the next six months.&lt;br&gt;If that wasn&amp;#39;t enough- the little boys brought home lice...ugh! Yep, that&amp;#39;s right, those nasty, annoying, yucky, disgusting, awful, obnoxious...does that about cover it?? (Lice that is, not my boys!) I won&amp;#39;t go in to detail on how time consuming this little complication has been; Just LOTS and LOTS of washing.&lt;br&gt;Oh but wait, there&amp;#39;s more...! Last but not least, you could possibly, probably go home with the Hershey squirts. The boys have been passing that [pleasant] little bug around. The two little one&amp;#39;s seem to be over it, but Kyle was home sick today, along with Johnny.  &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s probably more but my brain is too tired. It&amp;#39;s probably some kind of brain bug. Ha ha ha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1005163143514827530?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1005163143514827530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1005163143514827530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1005163143514827530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1005163143514827530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/warning-warning.html' title='*WARNING*  *WARNING*'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3947650446869681608</id><published>2011-01-28T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:52:52.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEGATRON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvhUuax4I/AAAAAAAADms/n5Dt3gHcDzs/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvhUuax4I/AAAAAAAADms/n5Dt3gHcDzs/s200/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565234751580325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBKwRkSuI/AAAAAAAADn0/3_WTRIIfzkE/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBKwRkSuI/AAAAAAAADn0/3_WTRIIfzkE/s200/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567435586117323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get to this adorable little guy in a minute, but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whew, where to begin?!  It's been crazy around the Griffin household. As most of you know we rescued eight little puppies one Friday night around the beginning of this month. And no, Megatron was not one of them.  I'll get to him in a sec... Anyhow, we found all the puppies a home with the exception of one, which my mom took in and was going to help find him one!  We kept them penned up out back by the barn in a dog run and they did not come in or around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the timeline exactly, but I know on Monday my mom called to tell me her puppy had died and Uncle Vernon's wasn't doing well.  After finding out the symptoms we knew it was the [dreaded] parvo. That night (I think it was) she called back to say Uncle Vern's little girl didn't make it.  She still had one left, Cuddles, the one she was going to find a home for but was now hers.... Within a few hours he was also showing signs of Parvo.  She researched and contacted people that might be able to help and give her guidance. She fought hard for three or four days, but he didn't make it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to Megatron! We absolutely adore him.  My brother called January 15th and told me they were selling Boston Terrier puppies at in his Walmart parking lot.  I had him send me pictures, and Kyle and I both knew he was ours as soon as we laid eyes on him! That night Kyle has a hockey game to go to, so the boys and I loaded up and off to Lin's house we drove! The next day Kyle and I were talking about how weird it was because we agreed we had never had a dog that was family quite like this; Megatron just belonged! He's fun, spunky- to say the least, sweet, loves to cuddle- watch out, though, he might attack your toes at any given second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvg-BK_yI/AAAAAAAADmk/qGuOdBAT0KI/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvg-BK_yI/AAAAAAAADmk/qGuOdBAT0KI/s200/IMG_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565234745484967714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how contagious parvo is. I knew it was highly contagious, but I had no idea how easy it was to spread. I figured if I kept Megatron away from the dog run, he'd be OK...Wrong! The vet started telling me of how you can bring it in with your shoes, it's on your clothes if you've held one, it stays in the yard for up to SIX MONTHS! What?!? The vet told me to bleach, bleach, bleach. So, Kyle bleached the yard (twice- two weekends in a row) while I bleached floors, threw away rugs, washed clothes...you name it we were doing it trying to make sure Megatron didn't come in contact. Little did we know it was too late. :(  Ten days after bringing him home, he started throwing up.  I haven't subbed in over a month and of course that day would be the day I was scheduled.. Ugh!  As soon as I got home I swooped him and the boys up and off to the vet we took him.  Throwing up was the only sign he exhibited, but I knew..! The vet didn't think he had it, but I made him run the test anyway.  Sure enough, he had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the vet's office; the boys had their ears to the wall listening to see if they could hear if Megatron was infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBLs5mskI/AAAAAAAADoE/dRK0JodgKn0/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBLs5mskI/AAAAAAAADoE/dRK0JodgKn0/s200/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567435602391380546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the past four days I've been giving him two medications, injections in the neck of sodium chloride, making sure he eats small meals all day long, kept him drinking water.  If you didn't know it you wouldn't think he was sick! He's just as spunky today as the day we brought him home!  However, he is not out of the woods just yet so stay tuned..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Mama Jean helping me as I injected the fluid in his neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBLasrFxI/AAAAAAAADn8/afeaT2scr2w/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TUOBLasrFxI/AAAAAAAADn8/afeaT2scr2w/s200/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567435597505304338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were so excited to have a day of snow! Two years in a row!! OK OK...This post is already so long, so I'm not going to talk about these pictures except to tell you what's going on in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvgoyUvQI/AAAAAAAADmc/dmzzkg4S3ik/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvgoyUvQI/AAAAAAAADmc/dmzzkg4S3ik/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565234739785547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Johnny feeding the poor, cold, starving goats! Because those that know me, know I am NOT getting out in the cold if I can help it! ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...                                                                         After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq_ZBR2KI/AAAAAAAADmU/EW5GJWuRRwg/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq_ZBR2KI/AAAAAAAADmU/EW5GJWuRRwg/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565229770571110562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-r_6n7I/AAAAAAAADmE/yEpycHFQMwg/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-r_6n7I/AAAAAAAADmE/yEpycHFQMwg/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565229758485798834" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-3vZefI/AAAAAAAADmM/PuSSrRzZHIU/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-3vZefI/AAAAAAAADmM/PuSSrRzZHIU/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565229761637743090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Johnny jumping. They say men grow up at the age of 40, is that right?  Well Kyle, you have a few years left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-X1MJKI/AAAAAAAADl8/0an6aCl-mdg/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq-X1MJKI/AAAAAAAADl8/0an6aCl-mdg/s200/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565229753072100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq97Ag4dI/AAAAAAAADl0/KaYCXwRaRiM/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuq97Ag4dI/AAAAAAAADl0/KaYCXwRaRiM/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565229745334968786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel making a snowman.  And- last but not least, Papa Rick making a snowman with the boys. That is until Justin said he was tired of making snowmans, wasn't comfy in the snow anymore, and he was snow sick! Ha!  I love that boy.  He's too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that was it, but I have to share with you guys; I'm excited to tell you I'm finally starting a Dave Ramsey Financial Peace University Class at our church!  It's something God put on my heart months ago and I've been praying for it to happen in his timing. Anyhow- I will [hopefully] blog more on this soon!  It's an amazing story (to me anyway) about its coming about! Lots of other things going on in my life and in my heart...I just haven't had much time to blog about them. So, ask me if next time you see me if you're interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy week end, my sweet readers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3947650446869681608?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3947650446869681608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3947650446869681608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3947650446869681608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3947650446869681608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-megatron-i-will-get-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TTuvhUuax4I/AAAAAAAADms/n5Dt3gHcDzs/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1846264548733018800</id><published>2011-01-23T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T08:28:40.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The man of my dreams..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thirty four years ago a lady laying in a hospital bed had a son!  Rick and Debbie cared for him, loved him, and shaped him into an extraordinary man!  And I am proud to call him mine today!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TS3-mngcPMI/AAAAAAAADls/2TV5qpDCK_g/s1600/Foxit%2BReader.lnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TS3-mngcPMI/AAAAAAAADls/2TV5qpDCK_g/s200/Foxit%2BReader.lnk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561381054265965762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TS3-mewC9QI/AAAAAAAADlk/Ly8Djv2CKmQ/s1600/Rick%2B%2526%2BKyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TS3-mewC9QI/AAAAAAAADlk/Ly8Djv2CKmQ/s200/Rick%2B%2526%2BKyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561381051915498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle you're my favorite! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVazeoKy4I/AAAAAAAADk8/tCB43XIv2iY/s1600/mr%2Bgq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVazeoKy4I/AAAAAAAADk8/tCB43XIv2iY/s200/mr%2Bgq2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949155500116866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVazB99c6I/AAAAAAAADk0/C1g0RIoehEo/s1600/i%2Bdon%2527t%2Bwanna%2Bgrow%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVazB99c6I/AAAAAAAADk0/C1g0RIoehEo/s200/i%2Bdon%2527t%2Bwanna%2Bgrow%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949147806888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the best husband a girl could ask for, a best friend,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVay4LE3oI/AAAAAAAADks/acC3bqqmUt0/s1600/us%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVay4LE3oI/AAAAAAAADks/acC3bqqmUt0/s200/us%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949145177546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a wonderful daddy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWUX13L6I/AAAAAAAADkk/vReZ9mX5-5o/s1600/my%2Bboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWUX13L6I/AAAAAAAADkk/vReZ9mX5-5o/s200/my%2Bboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944223056048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWT3yFp5I/AAAAAAAADkU/yYXjAKTs2d4/s1600/justin%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWT3yFp5I/AAAAAAAADkU/yYXjAKTs2d4/s200/justin%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944214450284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWUAKR6nI/AAAAAAAADkc/EZnua5BVoA4/s1600/johnny%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWUAKR6nI/AAAAAAAADkc/EZnua5BVoA4/s200/johnny%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944216699234930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWTn_FA0I/AAAAAAAADkM/6hhE8xjY014/s1600/joel%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWTn_FA0I/AAAAAAAADkM/6hhE8xjY014/s200/joel%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944210209801026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, my sweet husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWTb-Fe3I/AAAAAAAADkE/TQmtNY2hDpw/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSVWTb-Fe3I/AAAAAAAADkE/TQmtNY2hDpw/s200/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944206984412018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1846264548733018800?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1846264548733018800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1846264548733018800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1846264548733018800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1846264548733018800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-of-my-dreams.html' title='The man of my dreams..!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TS3-mngcPMI/AAAAAAAADls/2TV5qpDCK_g/s72-c/Foxit%2BReader.lnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2247546262180749546</id><published>2011-01-06T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:19:28.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSYx4oqIo7I/AAAAAAAADlc/V4eQNfub2dU/s1600/photo-768223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSYx4oqIo7I/AAAAAAAADlc/V4eQNfub2dU/s320/photo-768223.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559185639092036530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Driving home this afternoon I hear  Johnny&amp;#39;s sweet voice asking his brothers if they&amp;#39;d like him to read to them. I couldn&amp;#39;t believe my ears. If asked he will usually read to them, but on his own..! I had to capture this picture perfect moment of my sweet little critters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2247546262180749546?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2247546262180749546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2247546262180749546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2247546262180749546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2247546262180749546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TSYx4oqIo7I/AAAAAAAADlc/V4eQNfub2dU/s72-c/photo-768223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8659812932471848451</id><published>2010-12-31T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:44:42.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6xO9niuWI/AAAAAAAADjs/HCJZIFBlP-4/s1600/photo-782798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6xO9niuWI/AAAAAAAADjs/HCJZIFBlP-4/s320/photo-782798.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557073860838472034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joel is shining his flashlight in Grammer&amp;#39;s ear to see if the light will come out the other side. Too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8659812932471848451?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8659812932471848451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8659812932471848451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8659812932471848451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8659812932471848451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-in-there.html' title='What&apos;s in there?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6xO9niuWI/AAAAAAAADjs/HCJZIFBlP-4/s72-c/photo-782798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2657828843152193428</id><published>2010-12-31T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:47:01.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New word..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6VpxV8B-I/AAAAAAAADjk/ffe8yFNgVe8/s1600/photo-721989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6VpxV8B-I/AAAAAAAADjk/ffe8yFNgVe8/s320/photo-721989.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557043535074297826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pathetical is the new cosmopolitan. &lt;p&gt;We are playing Apples to Apples and the word is cosmopolitan-- Johnny throws out tree house and says, &amp;quot;tree houses can be pathetical!&amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;Maybe you have to be here, but we thought it was pretty funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2657828843152193428?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2657828843152193428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2657828843152193428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2657828843152193428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2657828843152193428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-word.html' title='New word..!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6VpxV8B-I/AAAAAAAADjk/ffe8yFNgVe8/s72-c/photo-721989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7890720045436097622</id><published>2010-12-31T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:37:24.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6TZbxpUWI/AAAAAAAADjc/K4WMpb9ebso/s1600/photo-744526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6TZbxpUWI/AAAAAAAADjc/K4WMpb9ebso/s320/photo-744526.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557041055383769442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a way to bring in a new year. Family and games and food equals good times! &lt;br&gt;Happy New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7890720045436097622?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7890720045436097622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7890720045436097622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7890720045436097622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7890720045436097622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/operation-new-years-eve.html' title='Operation New Years Eve'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TR6TZbxpUWI/AAAAAAAADjc/K4WMpb9ebso/s72-c/photo-744526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-569910358010006933</id><published>2010-12-22T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:17:18.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Ranger, Wolverine and a Baseball player</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TRJcz3q3pKI/AAAAAAAADjM/5TEHmEYkJp0/s1600/photo-738647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TRJcz3q3pKI/AAAAAAAADjM/5TEHmEYkJp0/s320/photo-738647.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553603336688084130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes..! We really went to the store like this. I told them to get dressed and this is what they put on. At first I told them to go change and they had such good attitudes; they said yes ma&amp;#39;am and ran off to change. About a minute later they all three came walking back in my room. Johnny says, &amp;quot;Mom I&amp;#39;m not arguing, but why can&amp;#39;t we wear our uniforms?&amp;quot; I thought about it for a second and decided I didn&amp;#39;t really have a reason other than I wondered what people would think. Then I thought, who cares! So here they are (with the coolest mom ever!) having a blast! &lt;p&gt;And all the people in at the store got a kick out of them! Joel stole the show...he was flexing for everyone who told him how cute he was. You can imagine how long it took us to get out of the store. But what a way to meet people! Johnny even told a couple of ladies about Jesus and how Christmas wasn&amp;#39;t about him and toys! &lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas from Power Ranger Justin, Wolverine Joel, and Pro Baseball player Johnny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-569910358010006933?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/569910358010006933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=569910358010006933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/569910358010006933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/569910358010006933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-ranger-wolverine-and-baseball.html' title='Power Ranger, Wolverine and a Baseball player'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TRJcz3q3pKI/AAAAAAAADjM/5TEHmEYkJp0/s72-c/photo-738647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4388912440602800356</id><published>2010-12-21T23:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:06:53.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of friends, &lt;a href="http://themarshallmansion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://veryfullquiver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;, that are raising money for a two week mission trip to Africa.  Last night we went to Amber's house and made these things listed here to sale. We don't have a set price and are taking donations for them.  You can contact me or either of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;We have a few ideas as far as fund raisers, and would take any suggestions you might have, too!  I was thinking it would be good to put together a short speech along with a video of where they are going and talk to other churches...maybe they could take up a love offering for them.  If you think your church might let them do that, will you please call me!  I know they would love to come tell their story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our snowmen!  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&lt;/span&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/8513813730577239075-4388912440602800356?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4388912440602800356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4388912440602800356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4388912440602800356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4388912440602800356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TRGeSENISeI/AAAAAAAADjA/9iXZUp_k_uw/s72-c/IMG_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8901243460535535833</id><published>2010-12-10T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:43:50.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Play time</title><content type='html'>We absolutely love our goats!  They are just like dogs in many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never posted a video before....hope it works. This is Johnny playing with Scooter. The other goat usually gets in on the action, too, but she was eating and chasing after Lady (my little dachshund).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0063f6a1260d57a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0063f6a1260d57a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C44B1699430C5F2D9685F22BFE41C345535B71A.616349D90153414B45DB59954650B6C6D4F28D02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0063f6a1260d57a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx7bCa6eeOR8HNy8jnmtt3G0O0t0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0063f6a1260d57a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C44B1699430C5F2D9685F22BFE41C345535B71A.616349D90153414B45DB59954650B6C6D4F28D02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0063f6a1260d57a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx7bCa6eeOR8HNy8jnmtt3G0O0t0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8901243460535535833?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8901243460535535833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8901243460535535833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8901243460535535833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8901243460535535833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/play-time.html' title='Play time'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4741845531307727818</id><published>2010-11-29T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:39:08.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TPPZn1XYgPI/AAAAAAAADhE/5yMa4B7lURc/s1600/photo-773994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TPPZn1XYgPI/AAAAAAAADhE/5yMa4B7lURc/s320/photo-773994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014844586492146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The boys have been begging since Thanksgiving day to put the tree up. We were busy or gone, and never got around to it. Saturday we stopped at Walmart to get gas and they have an area all decorate with trees, lights, rope lights that rope off the entire area (it's quite pretty actually), anyway Justin got really upset and said, "Ugh..! That's not fair, see, everyone else has their tree up!" &lt;p&gt;So, Sunday after church we decided to set it up while they were taking a nap. I wish I had a picture of their little faces as they walked in and saw that it was up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will have to to do! We are decorating today, and I have a couple of really excited little boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4741845531307727818?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4741845531307727818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4741845531307727818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4741845531307727818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4741845531307727818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TPPZn1XYgPI/AAAAAAAADhE/5yMa4B7lURc/s72-c/photo-773994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5920894598482848834</id><published>2010-11-01T23:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:27:51.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New additions to the Griffins!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-S01MjaMI/AAAAAAAADgw/rxgKTywVEDU/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-S01MjaMI/AAAAAAAADgw/rxgKTywVEDU/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534803903392213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm excited to share with you- we have two new additions to the family. A buddy of Kyle's breeds goats, but these two were too small, so he gave them to us! Neither one had a mother (one died and the other mama goat wouldn't take her baby), therefore they didn't get the mothers milk. Which I guess, stunts their growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-S1A8zRsI/AAAAAAAADg4/CUn8dorV6JA/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-S1A8zRsI/AAAAAAAADg4/CUn8dorV6JA/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534803906547369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is about it; they eat a lot! The boys enjoy chasing them all around the yard. I have to watch them like a hawk, or they will eat my plants, trees, whatever they can get their mouths on. Johnny's excited to be a goat farmer...I know it's only been two days, but hey, how else will we know if we don't give it a shot, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-PfWu1YHI/AAAAAAAADgo/N21QVbWrmTY/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-PfWu1YHI/AAAAAAAADgo/N21QVbWrmTY/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534800235902361714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on Kyle's way to work he comes walking back in [rather fast] and says, "Johnny, Did you know that goats can talk?"  Johnny looking puzzled says, "No!" Kyle goes on to explain, "Yeah, I just told the goats Bye...and do you know what they said," still puzzled with big eyes Johnny asks, "No, what?"  "They told me Baaaaay!"  Johnny and I started laughing so hard!  Maybe you had to be there, but we thought it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be more goat tales to tell.  Until then, good night- or is it good morning?!?  Yikes!! I'm going to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the Woods family!  We love our new pets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5920894598482848834?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5920894598482848834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5920894598482848834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5920894598482848834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5920894598482848834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-additions-to-griffins.html' title='New additions to the Griffins!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TM-S01MjaMI/AAAAAAAADgw/rxgKTywVEDU/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3919968256819403159</id><published>2010-10-26T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:00:06.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little taste of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TMdPZ7NdXSI/AAAAAAAADgE/LgIqZJ8dAgA/s1600/photo-706171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TMdPZ7NdXSI/AAAAAAAADgE/LgIqZJ8dAgA/s320/photo-706171.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532477974057409826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Debbie&amp;#39;s cousin, Julie, got the boys these suckers this past weekend. They&amp;#39;ve been waiting patiently for a day to rip them open ever since. After opening them they were so excited and tasting each others. I tell them all the time to share, how could I tell them, &amp;quot;Ew, stop!&amp;quot; I asked how they liked them and Johnny says, &amp;quot;I like Joel&amp;#39;s best.&amp;quot; Joel says he loves his, too. And Justin told me his tastes like Christmas. I guess it reminded him of a candy cane. &lt;p&gt;I thought they would make a sticky mess, but they did not! They ate them so fast there was no time for a mess to be made. Now the sticks are their swords. &lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve been studying memory verses out of this book: Sword Fighting by Karyn Henley. So I said, &amp;quot;Boys! Give me a verse that you&amp;#39;ve learned.&amp;quot; Joel immediately shouts out, &amp;quot;God made the animals.&amp;quot; of course that&amp;#39;s the one he would tell me. They&amp;#39;ve been working on it all year in his PDO class. Justin chimed in with &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve hidden your words in my heart that I might not sin against you.&amp;quot; Well, I put the actual verse, but he said it almost verbatim. I didn&amp;#39;t know he knew the whole verse...go Justin! &lt;p&gt;Last but not least Johnny says, &amp;quot;I can tell you one, but I really want to hear that one Bro. Ronald told me about salvation. I love their hungry and eager little hearts! So, here it is:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you confess with your mouth, &amp;quot;Jesus is Lord,&amp;quot; and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3919968256819403159?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3919968256819403159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3919968256819403159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3919968256819403159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3919968256819403159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-taste-of-christmas.html' title='Little taste of Christmas'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TMdPZ7NdXSI/AAAAAAAADgE/LgIqZJ8dAgA/s72-c/photo-706171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6151628267925180889</id><published>2010-10-21T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:25:12.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much?</title><content type='html'>I think by piling toys on top of toys we aren&amp;#39;t doing our children a service. Yes it&amp;#39;s fun to give them things and watch their faces light up. But what are we teaching them? To love worldly possessions..? a few toys just isn&amp;#39;t enough..? They can appreciate them to the moon and back, and I hope they do!, but I want to teach them something more. Everything we do or teach them should have an eternal purpose. &lt;p&gt;We live in a me, me, me world; it&amp;#39;s not normal to give sacrificially. We think we can&amp;#39;t give this or that or money or our time (&amp;#39;that&amp;#39;s my family time&amp;#39;). I think family time is an important part of life! But more importantly is giving to God.  &lt;p&gt;I want to teach my children to have compassion for those less fortunate than we are, the way Jesus did. God wants us to sacrifice and give sacrificially. Whether that&amp;#39;s giving money (that&amp;#39;s not ours anyway), to give toys away (that God provided us the money for, so they&amp;#39;re not really ours), or maybe it&amp;#39;s just giving Him our time; feeding the homeless, visiting people at the nursing home, taking someone a meal....whatever it may be. God will put people in our lives to give to- if we are willing. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m not saying you have to give everything you own, or give your grocery money. I don&amp;#39;t think God means for you to do without food, but maybe that last pizza we bought- we shouldn&amp;#39;t have. Maybe that money, God wanted us to put in the plate for missions, or maybe there is someone you should have given it to. And I&amp;#39;m not saying He wants you to give every extra penny you have either. I&amp;#39;m just trying to be in tune with what God wants me to give.  There was a lady in front of me at Walmart yesterday checking out, when it came time to pay she was frantic looking in her purse for her wallet and couldn&amp;#39;t find it. I asked her if I could pay for it; I could tell she didn&amp;#39;t like the idea and was embarrassed, but a little relieved, I think. As I started for my purse, she found her check book. Even though I didn&amp;#39;t pay for her stuff, and even though it was only $11- I think God was using that as a teachable moment for me; To see if I would be obedient. Just the same way we do to teach our children. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve said this in my last several blogs, and it&amp;#39;s becoming my favorite quote: &lt;br&gt;Jesus&amp;#39; character set the standard! &lt;br&gt;We have to be intentional- it&amp;#39;s hard to live according to God&amp;#39;s word; we have to make a plan to make his goals our goals! &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll leave you with this- in Hebrews 12:11 God&amp;#39;s promise says,  &amp;quot;All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields a peaceful fruit of righteousness.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6151628267925180889?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6151628267925180889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6151628267925180889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6151628267925180889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6151628267925180889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6789895172573504851</id><published>2010-10-14T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:08:00.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' character set the standard</title><content type='html'>I've been studying Luke 9:57-62 for some time now.  Pondering it, really.  I wrote this to a cousin today, and wanted to share my thought and what I finally came to realize today with you guys, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this passage is talking about being a disciple- a good follower of Jesus. He  came to earth and set the standard for us. We are to love people (no  matter their sin) as he loved them. Jesus didn't condemn anyone; he  certainly 'did not come to destroy lives, but to save them.' vs:56  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  (me included) forget our roll as a disciple. Jesus only held those  accountable that followed him- like His disciples. To everyone else, He  taught them about the good news. I forget that not everyone is where I  am, and sometimes I need to use things as teachable moments. I'm not  supposed to hold someone accountable if they're not a believer already. I  mean, why wouldn't they think I'm condemning them? Even if I have the  best intentions, if I'm not teaching them, then more than likely I'm  turning them off. And God will hold me accountable for that.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 59-61 talks  about these men, who want to follow Jesus. And Jesus said then, "Follow  me." Then, they wanted to go do what they wanted, or things they thought they needed  to do first. That's exactly what we do to Him everyday. We put God in  this little box and pick and choose what we want to do. Not allowing and trusting Him wholeheartedly.  I know I'm guilty of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus came back in vs 62 and said, "No one who puts his hand to  the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." Which  to me says, "Stop putting me in this box and live for me. Don't just  say you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me until this moment, not  quite like this, that I have always had God in a box. What if I let Him  out, to really follow Him without turning back? What would my life look  like then? I want to give God my whole heart life service, not just lip service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me, that I'm still amazed by God's wonderful power and how he works.  Both bible studies I'm in, Sunday School, the pastors sermons- even though none of them have talked about Luke 9:57-62 everything they've taught me keeps bringing me back here.  I wish I could tell you exactly how the puzzle came together for this blog post, but I'm not even quite sure of it myself.  It's been over the course of [probably] two or three months, but today it finally came together for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is alive and well!!  And I hope to feed your soul. Well, not me really, I'm just the messenger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a warning:  We are going camping tomorrow and your email boxes will probably be bombarded with pictures of my sweeties.... Have a great weekend!  I know we will!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6789895172573504851?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6789895172573504851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6789895172573504851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6789895172573504851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6789895172573504851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus-character-set-standard.html' title='Jesus&apos; character set the standard'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3377455209064369579</id><published>2010-10-12T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:38:29.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn passion into life service!</title><content type='html'>I think God gives us desires and it's up to us to seek if it's from Him, or if it's ourselves wanting it to be more. I have several things on my heart and not sure what that next step is, or if it's the right time.  So, I've been praying about them- some for a year, others for months, and a few for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example [of many] is a calling to elderly people.  I have a heart for the elderly, and never knew what to do with it.  I have been praying for months for God to help me realize what I'm supposed to do, that he would open doors, and that I would be obedient (or feel convicted until I did it).  I started going with the Senior Adult Choir to sing at the nursing homes...double (triple really) whammy, right?  Wrong!  I love to sing (passion/gift from God), Senior Adults (passion from God), plus it's going to nursing homes (passion from God).  So why do I feel he's calling  me to do more??  OK God, what am I supposed to do here?  You said to help with the elderly, so why am I still feeling I'm not fulfilling Your desire here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a Beth Moore bible study and one thing she wrote and has really stuck with me this past week was, "Free Christ to be your custom builder. Let Him tell you how He wants your house to look instead of the other way around," this next part really imprinted on my heart, "He alone has the blueprint." God spoke to my heart and told me He wants life service, not lip service.  If  I'm going to reach out and win souls for His Kingdom, first I have to  get my heart right. It's right then that it became so clear.  I need to do more for elderly people. Singing to them is great, and I will continue to because it gives ME joy. I've been feeling like I should volunteer at the nursing home for a few weeks now, but I kept saying to myself, "No, I don't have time.  I have boys to raise, a house to clean, laundry to be washed and put away, it will cut into my bible study time, and so on...." Sunday during Sunday School there is a nurses aid that asked for prayers because they are short handed at the nursing homes...right here in Grand Saline. It hit me again that I needed to volunteer. And immediately I asked this woman what I would need to do to volunteer. After talking to her, though, here come all of my thoughts of why I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally! (I'm sure God is saying) last night I surrendered to the Lord, I'm going to do it-  to bring joy to HIM! If that's what He is calling me to do, then he already has the details worked out for me, so I need to stop and look at the big picture.  My house will still get cleaned and laundry done, and on Tuesday and Thursday's I don't have any kids.  Well, duh!  I guess now all I need to do is drive myself up there and talk to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to teach the boys that it (life) isn't all about them. When all the time, God has probably been looking down on me, thinking "you can't teach them until you get it yourself.."  We are here to glorify God and to serve one another; Jesus' character is the standard!..not culture. Maybe this will give me creative ideas to share and teach the boys...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is to  teach a Dave Ramsey FPU class at church.  I looked online, signed up for an information packet (which I just got a few minutes ago in the mail), and a few days ago I got a call from a 'Church Advisor' man who works with Dave himself. I thought that was neat, anyhow, I will be in prayer about this as well.  Don't know how it's going to pan out, but I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3377455209064369579?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3377455209064369579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3377455209064369579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3377455209064369579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3377455209064369579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-passion-into-life-service.html' title='Turn passion into life service!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2566654567077376989</id><published>2010-10-05T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:25:39.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TKvQFOmnLPI/AAAAAAAADfc/U1DkT-pOaDY/s1600/photo-739506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TKvQFOmnLPI/AAAAAAAADfc/U1DkT-pOaDY/s320/photo-739506.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524738156138015986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wanted to do this on the computer with all the pictures I got of this cutie while on vacation, but it&amp;#39;s not working. For some reason the power keeps cutting off...anyhow, I just took this one  and I&amp;#39;m blogging from my phone. &lt;p&gt;Our sweet little Justin is FIVE years old today! He is such a joy and adds so much to our family. He has the sweetest soul of any five year old I know. Justin&amp;#39;s little personality shines through; he marches to the beat of his own drum, and is quite a character. He keeps us laughing!! &lt;p&gt;So thankful God chose us to raise this little critter. He is a blessing to our Griffin clan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2566654567077376989?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2566654567077376989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2566654567077376989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2566654567077376989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2566654567077376989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday boy'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TKvQFOmnLPI/AAAAAAAADfc/U1DkT-pOaDY/s72-c/photo-739506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8625042506516665473</id><published>2010-09-15T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:10:11.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Griffin Boys...</title><content type='html'>It was sad the day we no longer needed diapers.  As much as I couldn't wait to have everyone potty trained;  I was ready to save all that money....where is it?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad again today.  I packed up all the sippy cups.  I no longer have toddlers.  They're all big boys, growing way too fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea on how to make them stop???  Before they're teenagers, anyway! Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8625042506516665473?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8625042506516665473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8625042506516665473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8625042506516665473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8625042506516665473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-griffin-boys.html' title='Growing Griffin Boys...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7419894196236262804</id><published>2010-09-14T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:10:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A desperate heart</title><content type='html'>I forgot my sunglasses at a friends house today and the sun was burning my eyes.  Maybe I'm just weird, but I can't hardly see without them.  When I forget them at home, I turn around (if close enough) and go get them. Sitting in line, waiting on Johnny and pondering over the words of God I had just read, it came to me that my bible is like my sunglasses!  I need my bible more than I need my sunglasses, but I don't turn around if I've forgotten my bible on Sunday morning. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses protect my eyes form the sun like my bible protects me from sin. When I have my sunglasses on I don't worry about walking around outside because I know my eyes are protected.  My bible does kinda' the same thing- I can go in to the world and He protects my heart and mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a poor attempt to explain my thoughts on the similarities  between God's word and sunglasses....nonetheless, I'm trying to be  obedient in all areas of my life.  What does this blog have to do with  obedience....? I often feel I'm supposed to blog about something, and I  don't- in fear of sounding silly. I almost shared this thought with this friend of mine, in hopes that she could blog about it. She is a better writer than I and a lot more articulate. I was immediately convicted that I was to write this....not her. So, if God puts it on my heart and  I'm not obedient in sharing it....lets just say I don't want to miss out  on the blessings God has for me by deliberate disobedience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to be that person sitting in church unmoved and unmotivated ever again! I'm done with complacency!  We have an extraordinary God who will do big things with us and for us if we ask and obey Him.  Kyle and I have witnessed big things he's done for us in our lives here recently! I have a couple of testimonies I could share, but I don't feel led to just yet.  I'm praying about it, so we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that each of my readers will have a burning desire for the Son  in their heart! That we can't sleep at night until we have settled our  sins with our Father. I want for all of us to have a more intimate  relationship with our Creator!! I don't know all who read my blog, but  know that I am praying for you this week.  You can shoot me an email if  there is something specific you need me to pray for.  I know several of  you who do read, and I'll be praying for you individually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you're a reader and don't believe- I ask you this, do you have a desperate heart? A burning desire to know more? Do you wonder why Murphy keeps knocking at your door?..."It's always something," you ask? And- what if you are a christian and you answered yes to these?  Have you sold out to Jesus?  I'm here ready to pray for you or with you.  Email or call.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  surrender it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7419894196236262804?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7419894196236262804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7419894196236262804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7419894196236262804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7419894196236262804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/desperate-heart.html' title='A desperate heart'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2386007228871446834</id><published>2010-09-08T21:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:12:21.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8, 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nine years ago today we stood before God, family, and friends and promised each other forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIezy3UgI/AAAAAAAADec/6qqhmGMWMXc/s1600/Leaving+Wedding+in+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIezy3UgI/AAAAAAAADec/6qqhmGMWMXc/s320/Leaving+Wedding+in+Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514737437851996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had no idea what I was getting myself in to....who knew life could be this good?!? Up until this point my joy came from playing sports, watching sports, and playing with every one's kids.  Oh- and there was my little man Joseph.. can't forget that boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow- so I meet the love of my life, got married, and off to Disney World we go!!! It's been uphill from there! After 9 years and he still steals my heart!  They just don't come any better than Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIeRGSOWI/AAAAAAAADeU/RUldO_zmcFo/s1600/Kyle+%26+Trisha+at+EPCOT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIeRGSOWI/AAAAAAAADeU/RUldO_zmcFo/s320/Kyle+%26+Trisha+at+EPCOT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514737428538210658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why Kyle's grandparents are on this post, well, after 9-11 and bomb threats at the air port we were to fly out of, I was needless to say, scared to fly home.  Mama Jean teased Kyle- saying she was going to come on our honeymoon....well, she made it! ;) And boy, do we have some awesome memories because of it.  I'm sorry that it had to be because of such a horrible event, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIdjukAOI/AAAAAAAADeE/WzHx19SThkw/s1600/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIdjukAOI/AAAAAAAADeE/WzHx19SThkw/s320/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514737416359117026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIdEcHCLI/AAAAAAAADd8/l1ysS3rfyh8/s1600/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIdEcHCLI/AAAAAAAADd8/l1ysS3rfyh8/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514737407960221874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhId5y1tJI/AAAAAAAADeM/-6bg-aYgQk4/s1600/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhId5y1tJI/AAAAAAAADeM/-6bg-aYgQk4/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514737422282634386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you, my sweet and handsome husband,  for being the perfect husband [almost] everyday of our life together! I can't wait to (in the words of our boys) grow squishy with you.  Thank you for loving me and providing a safe and happy home for us!  I'm glad God made you mine forever! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you sure are lucky to have me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2386007228871446834?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2386007228871446834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2386007228871446834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2386007228871446834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2386007228871446834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-8-2001.html' title='September 8, 2001'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TIhIezy3UgI/AAAAAAAADec/6qqhmGMWMXc/s72-c/Leaving+Wedding+in+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6273358154271091314</id><published>2010-09-03T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:22:01.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's an apologist??</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div id="pron" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;span id="q" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: inline; "&gt;a·pol·o·gist&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="pronWrapper"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/audio/lunaWAV/A05/A0597300.wav" style="color: rgb(0, 85, 187); text-decoration: none; font-variant: small-caps; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; width: 10px; height: 28px; display: inline-block; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="pronKey" style="display: inline; "&gt;[&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;b&gt;pol&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;-jist]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="pos" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;-&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="def"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;a person who makes a defense in speech or writing of a belief, idea, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every Christian is an apologist. Am I ready to share Gods word with others;  Strangers, family, people I know?...hmmmm.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading through my study guide for Sunday school and it really convicted my heart! I always pray to and think about God throughout my day. I read my book for my bible study (on being a better mom), I read my Sunday school book- which teaches something different each week. But, after reading this weeks lesson it has taught me that I&amp;#39;m not as prepared as I thought I was. I&amp;#39;m not good at striking up conversation with strangers, much less talk to them about god. What really spoke to me in this study guide- it says, &amp;quot;The bible is full of examples that show us how to speak to people in ways they can understand (see John 4:1-26 and Acts17:22-34). Whether we are standing in a checkout line at grocery store or jogging through the neighborhood, God provides us with everything we need to move our conversations with others in a spiritual direction.&amp;quot;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m not prepared to share Christ with others, so of course I&amp;#39;m not going to feel comfortable striking up conversation. I&amp;#39;ve always had the idea, &amp;quot;Well, that&amp;#39;s not a gift God gave me, so I&amp;#39;ll leave it to those he did gift it to.&amp;quot; Boy have I been wrong!  It is up to me!! We are put on this earth to worship our Creator and bring more souls to Him. I thought I&amp;#39;ve been doing my job in just teaching and leading my boys to Christ, until being convicted tonight. So much, that it&amp;#39;s all I could think about and can&amp;#39;t sleep. Hence-this blog- while in my bed on my iPad where it&amp;#39;s hard to type. But I didn&amp;#39;t want to waist another second by walking to the computer room; I needed to pour my heart out.....  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I&amp;#39;m well-equipped I can be effective. I&amp;#39;ve always envied people who are &amp;#39;people persons&amp;#39; and aren&amp;#39;t afraid to talk to anyone. I now have a reason to be this person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.28125); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.214844); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.214844); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&amp;quot;I can do everything through him who gives me strength.&amp;quot; Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be praying before I leave to go anywhere about the people He puts in my path to share Him with. I can&amp;#39;t worry about what others will think. I am a bible thumper, after all! Christianity goes against our culture and I&amp;#39;m sure to be mocked; by strangers and by those I know.  But, thanks to Jesus I&amp;#39;ll never know persecution! No! Now, He had it bad. Watched &amp;quot;Passion of The Christ&amp;quot; lately?!? I did with my Uncle Vernon....what a good reminder.   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus said, &amp;quot;Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.&amp;quot; John 4:13-14&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this for everyone! How many souls can we win for Christ???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;ll leave you with this!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.  2 Corinthians 4:17&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6273358154271091314?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6273358154271091314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6273358154271091314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6273358154271091314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6273358154271091314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-apologist.html' title='What&apos;s an apologist??'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6113688140130578247</id><published>2010-08-30T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:00:30.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's perfect design!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THxGH-vuKgI/AAAAAAAADd0/3O-Q1mQ-rVM/s1600/photo-730098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THxGH-vuKgI/AAAAAAAADd0/3O-Q1mQ-rVM/s320/photo-730098.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511357146910829058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Waiting on daddy to get home so we can eat dinner, we decided we were hungry and couldn&amp;#39;t wait;  we BBQ some smoked sausage.  Uncle Vernon told the boys it was made of pig...and then began the questions! What are hamburgers made of? What&amp;#39;s a hotdog made of? What about bread and coke and butter? Then, Uncle Vernon asked them if they knew what milk is made of. Justin really quickly said, &amp;quot;MOMMY&amp;#39;S!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I take comfort in knowing I&amp;#39;m in my Creators hands! Only He would know how to design us perfectly...to carry a baby, birth it, and feed it for the months to follow. It&amp;#39;s one of His many perfect designs that blow me away to think about!   &lt;p&gt;And dad- I didn&amp;#39;t do the sausage justice. It was good, but not near as good as yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6113688140130578247?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6113688140130578247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6113688140130578247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6113688140130578247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6113688140130578247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-perfect-design.html' title='God&apos;s perfect design!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THxGH-vuKgI/AAAAAAAADd0/3O-Q1mQ-rVM/s72-c/photo-730098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2052486132985214359</id><published>2010-08-23T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:39:23.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed time stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THMw3ap8bzI/AAAAAAAADdg/1CZpKOSlsvA/s1600/photo-763926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THMw3ap8bzI/AAAAAAAADdg/1CZpKOSlsvA/s320/photo-763926.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508800497810435890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were reading a story just before bed, when Papa Rick came over&lt;br&gt;(probably to play tickle shark- the boys favorite game!). But Papa&lt;br&gt;told Johnny he came to listen to him read! These guys are just too&lt;br&gt;cute, and Papa had to take pictures.&lt;br&gt;This one, I thought to be too cute, Joel was trying to get my&lt;br&gt;attention;  He kept putting his nose on my check until I would look at&lt;br&gt;him, then giggle. Such an adoring big brother smile on Johnny&amp;#39;s face,&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t you think?!? And Justin......well, he&amp;#39;s being Justin! ;)&lt;p&gt;Good night all......&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2052486132985214359?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2052486132985214359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2052486132985214359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2052486132985214359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2052486132985214359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/bed-time-stories.html' title='Bed time stories'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/THMw3ap8bzI/AAAAAAAADdg/1CZpKOSlsvA/s72-c/photo-763926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-821017889096009383</id><published>2010-08-17T09:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:08:52.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGqlJihVOeI/AAAAAAAADc8/KzkzK6ft2Rc/s1600/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGqlJihVOeI/AAAAAAAADc8/KzkzK6ft2Rc/s320/joel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506395077717866978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel told me he was thirsty and wanted some tea. My boys have always been really good about drinking water, asking for it even.  Well, since going on vacation we've gotten spoiled on tea and cokes.  Anyhow- I walked to the kitchen with Joel in tow and got him a glass of water.  He pulled his eyes together looked at me and said, "I'm ugsgusted with you Mama, I WANTED tea!" In my sweet voice I told him I was sorry, but that's all he gets.  Then, with his angelic voice he comes back with, "But I asked please!  So, get me some tea, OK mama?"  Well who can't give in to that?!? I obediently went and got him a glass of tea. I of course told him that was all of the tea he could have, though.&lt;br /&gt;Joel has a new favorite word, ugsgusted.  I finally told him is was DIsgusted...he argued for a second, but he now has a new favorite word;  everything is now disgusting!  And he's very pleased with himself that he found a new word and he says it correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Tuesday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-821017889096009383?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/821017889096009383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=821017889096009383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/821017889096009383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/821017889096009383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-word.html' title='New word'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGqlJihVOeI/AAAAAAAADc8/KzkzK6ft2Rc/s72-c/joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-149404786163117928</id><published>2010-08-12T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:48:29.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Train ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGR6PdH_CqI/AAAAAAAADc0/BV3Ys08p5a0/s1600/photo-709127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGR6PdH_CqI/AAAAAAAADc0/BV3Ys08p5a0/s320/photo-709127.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504659050488335010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Taking a little break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-149404786163117928?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/149404786163117928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=149404786163117928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/149404786163117928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/149404786163117928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/train-ride.html' title='Train ride'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGR6PdH_CqI/AAAAAAAADc0/BV3Ys08p5a0/s72-c/photo-709127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-6982966695368776491</id><published>2010-08-12T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:17:48.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRj-5p5A5I/AAAAAAAADcs/HksBXuYfeYI/s1600/photo-710882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRj-5p5A5I/AAAAAAAADcs/HksBXuYfeYI/s320/photo-710882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504634576833151890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I knew it was just a matter of time. He's been a handful to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-6982966695368776491?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6982966695368776491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=6982966695368776491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6982966695368776491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/6982966695368776491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/rest-time.html' title='Rest time!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRj-5p5A5I/AAAAAAAADcs/HksBXuYfeYI/s72-c/photo-710882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1963259544327808820</id><published>2010-08-12T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:49:37.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGReYbWPD3I/AAAAAAAADck/TeJ2srFSJKU/s1600/photo-777350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGReYbWPD3I/AAAAAAAADck/TeJ2srFSJKU/s320/photo-777350.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504628418304479090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now this was Justin&amp;#39;s favorite so far!!...and he stayed on the bridge after to get hit by the wall of water again. We are drenched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1963259544327808820?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1963259544327808820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1963259544327808820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1963259544327808820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1963259544327808820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/aquaman.html' title='Aquaman'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGReYbWPD3I/AAAAAAAADck/TeJ2srFSJKU/s72-c/photo-777350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8584518663956319958</id><published>2010-08-12T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:44:01.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Mine Train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRdESq0F1I/AAAAAAAADcc/0aD4lUps2wQ/s1600/photo-741268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRdESq0F1I/AAAAAAAADcc/0aD4lUps2wQ/s320/photo-741268.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504626972865861458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Justin looks like he&amp;#39;s not having fun, but he had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8584518663956319958?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8584518663956319958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8584518663956319958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8584518663956319958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8584518663956319958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/mini-mine-train.html' title='Mini Mine Train.'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRdESq0F1I/AAAAAAAADcc/0aD4lUps2wQ/s72-c/photo-741268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3747729101753890682</id><published>2010-08-12T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:47:52.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs bunny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRP6Jud79I/AAAAAAAADcU/rMQsazsQapc/s1600/photo-772506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRP6Jud79I/AAAAAAAADcU/rMQsazsQapc/s320/photo-772506.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504612505015414738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Still a &amp;quot;NO WAY&amp;quot; from Joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3747729101753890682?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3747729101753890682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3747729101753890682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3747729101753890682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3747729101753890682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/bugs-bunny.html' title='Bugs bunny.'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRP6Jud79I/AAAAAAAADcU/rMQsazsQapc/s72-c/photo-772506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1226568791497174764</id><published>2010-08-12T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:42:29.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGROpXP45hI/AAAAAAAADcM/inuBUOWIsrs/s1600/photo-749300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGROpXP45hI/AAAAAAAADcM/inuBUOWIsrs/s320/photo-749300.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504611117075850770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joel is sill scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1226568791497174764?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1226568791497174764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1226568791497174764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1226568791497174764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1226568791497174764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/scooby.html' title='Scooby'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGROpXP45hI/AAAAAAAADcM/inuBUOWIsrs/s72-c/photo-749300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2706006162530539315</id><published>2010-08-12T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:17:17.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRIvik2AvI/AAAAAAAADcE/y_iumMoHqdA/s1600/photo-737963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRIvik2AvI/AAAAAAAADcE/y_iumMoHqdA/s320/photo-737963.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504604626125980402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;LaVibora with Joseph and Johnny! Fun ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2706006162530539315?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2706006162530539315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2706006162530539315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2706006162530539315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2706006162530539315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRIvik2AvI/AAAAAAAADcE/y_iumMoHqdA/s72-c/photo-737963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7564990266803942153</id><published>2010-08-12T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:08:17.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRGoRqsSCI/AAAAAAAADb8/V2p-6N_RqDw/s1600/photo-797690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRGoRqsSCI/AAAAAAAADb8/V2p-6N_RqDw/s320/photo-797690.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504602302304765986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot;Momma, am I hot like a pistol?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know, what do you think?? &lt;br&gt;We are definitely  not in California anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7564990266803942153?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7564990266803942153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7564990266803942153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7564990266803942153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7564990266803942153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGRGoRqsSCI/AAAAAAAADb8/V2p-6N_RqDw/s72-c/photo-797690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-917151779916381623</id><published>2010-08-12T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:49:08.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading this morning and came across this verse. It really touched me, and has been my train of though these past few days actually; coming across it was not an accident and I thought I would share it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deception, according to the tradition of men, according to the elementary principles of the world, rather than according to Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colossians 2:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has all the details for my life worked out for me. It's up to me to read my bible and pray to determine the path he has for me. The past couple of weeks- being on vacation- I haven't kept up on my reading like I should, and I can tell a difference in my attitude, my mothering, etc.... I'm so glad I came across this verse today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus 2: 11-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 19px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; "&gt;&lt;div class="NPST" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.75em; "&gt;&lt;div class="v" id="11" style="background-color: inherit !important; color: rgb(102, 102, 102) !important; display: inline; margin-right: 1px; vertical-align: top; font-size: 8pt; "&gt;11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;For the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_21" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;of God that brings salvation has&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_22" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;appeared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;to all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_23" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="v" id="12" style="background-color: inherit !important; color: rgb(102, 102, 102) !important; display: inline; margin-right: 1px; vertical-align: top; font-size: 8pt; "&gt;12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;It teaches us to say "No" to ungodliness and worldly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_24" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;passions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, and to live self-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_25" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;controlled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, upright and godly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_26" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;lives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;in this present age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="v" id="13" style="background-color: inherit !important; color: rgb(102, 102, 102) !important; display: inline; margin-right: 1px; vertical-align: top; font-size: 8pt; "&gt;13&lt;/div&gt;while we wait for the blessed hope—the glorious&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_27" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;appearing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of our great God and Savior, Jesus&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_28" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Christ&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="v" id="14" style="background-color: inherit !important; color: rgb(102, 102, 102) !important; display: inline; margin-right: 1px; vertical-align: top; font-size: 8pt; "&gt;14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;who gave himself for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_29" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;to redeem us from all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_30" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;wickedness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;and to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_31" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;purify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;for himself a people that are his very&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_32" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, eager to do what is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="xref" href="file:///var//mobile//Applications//E4168B4E-6CF4-4FF3-B001-F70E370F99A6//NIVBible.app//63_2_33" style="color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Headed to Six Flags! Picture to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisha&amp;nbsp;&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/8513813730577239075-917151779916381623?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/917151779916381623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=917151779916381623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/917151779916381623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/917151779916381623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-thought-for-day.html' title='My thought for the day'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4369105053534918191</id><published>2010-08-10T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:10:37.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGHOXerjLwI/AAAAAAAADb0/FV9_2nepbH4/s1600/photo-737385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGHOXerjLwI/AAAAAAAADb0/FV9_2nepbH4/s320/photo-737385.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503907122391494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love this silly boy! God designed him special. He has the softest heart of anyone I know. I pray I guide him down the right path; that it&amp;#39;s His will, not mine. &lt;br&gt;What does God have in mind for this boy?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4369105053534918191?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4369105053534918191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4369105053534918191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4369105053534918191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4369105053534918191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/justin-robert.html' title='Justin Robert'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TGHOXerjLwI/AAAAAAAADb0/FV9_2nepbH4/s72-c/photo-737385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2617951993624474372</id><published>2010-08-04T01:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:26:46.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas....still</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFkIJ-R6w6I/AAAAAAAADa0/rpBThfDDD08/s1600/photo-706516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFkIJ-R6w6I/AAAAAAAADa0/rpBThfDDD08/s320/photo-706516.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501437387239768994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was this cool fish tank in the mall at Caesars Palace.  It&amp;#39;s about the only thing the boys enjoyed in Vegas. &lt;p&gt;Poor guys. I&amp;#39;m glad we were only here for two days. It was enough for me, too! Homeward bound in the morning!....with a few pit stops in between. Grand Canyon tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2617951993624474372?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2617951993624474372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2617951993624474372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2617951993624474372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2617951993624474372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/vegasstill.html' title='Vegas....still'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFkIJ-R6w6I/AAAAAAAADa0/rpBThfDDD08/s72-c/photo-706516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2563466552237735254</id><published>2010-08-02T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:06:31.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFcXN12udYI/AAAAAAAADas/nOs7MCRy3Bg/s1600/photo-791206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFcXN12udYI/AAAAAAAADas/nOs7MCRy3Bg/s320/photo-791206.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500890996418704770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2563466552237735254?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2563466552237735254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2563466552237735254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2563466552237735254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2563466552237735254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/circus-circus.html' title='Circus Circus'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFcXN12udYI/AAAAAAAADas/nOs7MCRy3Bg/s72-c/photo-791206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1637977322055576293</id><published>2010-08-01T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:05:20.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYn4AmVpGI/AAAAAAAADak/jO1iIaWIL7k/s1600/photo-720109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYn4AmVpGI/AAAAAAAADak/jO1iIaWIL7k/s320/photo-720109.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500627838066599010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We made it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1637977322055576293?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1637977322055576293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1637977322055576293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1637977322055576293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1637977322055576293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/vegas.html' title='Vegas'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYn4AmVpGI/AAAAAAAADak/jO1iIaWIL7k/s72-c/photo-720109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1774454662575400808</id><published>2010-08-01T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:50:51.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Mario?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYkfCU_5hI/AAAAAAAADac/t9PkoDzlvzc/s1600/photo-751823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYkfCU_5hI/AAAAAAAADac/t9PkoDzlvzc/s320/photo-751823.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624110499128850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The boys are into Mario on the wii, so when we hit the sand desert I told them to find Mario. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s 111 degrees and doesn&amp;#39;t feel as hot as TX. Guess because it&amp;#39;s dry- no humidity??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1774454662575400808?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1774454662575400808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1774454662575400808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1774454662575400808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1774454662575400808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/wheres-mario.html' title='Where&apos;s Mario?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFYkfCU_5hI/AAAAAAAADac/t9PkoDzlvzc/s72-c/photo-751823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7035397289254725946</id><published>2010-08-01T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:40:45.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth and final night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFX37ue4ZaI/AAAAAAAADaU/SQ3OnzbF1HY/s1600/photo-745617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFX37ue4ZaI/AAAAAAAADaU/SQ3OnzbF1HY/s320/photo-745617.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500575125364827554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Time flies when you&amp;#39;re having fun!.....Five nights come and go quick. We are tired, but had a blast. &lt;p&gt;Now on to Vegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7035397289254725946?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7035397289254725946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7035397289254725946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7035397289254725946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7035397289254725946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/fifth-and-final-night.html' title='Fifth and final night'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFX37ue4ZaI/AAAAAAAADaU/SQ3OnzbF1HY/s72-c/photo-745617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2574854627634935283</id><published>2010-07-31T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:15:49.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute for my own good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFRoVc6iD1I/AAAAAAAADaM/KPKWCCX45kE/s1600/photo-749004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFRoVc6iD1I/AAAAAAAADaM/KPKWCCX45kE/s320/photo-749004.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500135762674454354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me: Justin, what are you doing? &lt;br&gt;Justin: I&amp;#39;m making Mickey Mouse ears. See!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2574854627634935283?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2574854627634935283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2574854627634935283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2574854627634935283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2574854627634935283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-cute-for-my-own-good.html' title='Too cute for my own good'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFRoVc6iD1I/AAAAAAAADaM/KPKWCCX45kE/s72-c/photo-749004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2589062329769161218</id><published>2010-07-31T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T04:04:42.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day four</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFPnKs0gsCI/AAAAAAAADaE/uXMtFNe1oVg/s1600/photo-782005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFPnKs0gsCI/AAAAAAAADaE/uXMtFNe1oVg/s320/photo-782005.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499993740965621794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All three made it back awake. Kyle said, &amp;quot;Yay for messed up sleep patterns.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;We came back to the camper for lunch and naps, so they got a good nap in. Joel slept almost three hours! Janine and I had to run to the store for a few groceries, and I was able to get a couple loads of laundry done!&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow is our last day at Disneyland and we head to Vegas Sunday! I probably won&amp;#39;t update tomorrow....being our last day here and all. Going to take it all in and play with my boys! &lt;br&gt;Wish you grandparents could be here, too. These boys are having a blast!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2589062329769161218?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2589062329769161218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2589062329769161218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2589062329769161218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2589062329769161218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-four.html' title='Day four'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFPnKs0gsCI/AAAAAAAADaE/uXMtFNe1oVg/s72-c/photo-782005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5362104780227403867</id><published>2010-07-30T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:51:54.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOr6qFgdmI/AAAAAAAADZ8/6JP9WLpg5os/s1600/photo-714240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOr6qFgdmI/AAAAAAAADZ8/6JP9WLpg5os/s320/photo-714240.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499928594167658082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.....is all I have to say about that. &lt;p&gt;His tongue is almost the color of his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5362104780227403867?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5362104780227403867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5362104780227403867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5362104780227403867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5362104780227403867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow.html' title='Wow!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOr6qFgdmI/AAAAAAAADZ8/6JP9WLpg5os/s72-c/photo-714240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3863452840282649936</id><published>2010-07-30T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:46:25.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring pop boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOqoWQQLmI/AAAAAAAADZ0/_ZqiOzQdq-g/s1600/photo-785414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOqoWQQLmI/AAAAAAAADZ0/_ZqiOzQdq-g/s320/photo-785414.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499927180094746210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Waiting in line for this show called World Of Color. Long wait...thank goodness for candy. Well, maybe. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3863452840282649936?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3863452840282649936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3863452840282649936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3863452840282649936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3863452840282649936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/ring-pop-boys.html' title='Ring pop boys'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFOqoWQQLmI/AAAAAAAADZ0/_ZqiOzQdq-g/s72-c/photo-785414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1295891727702714409</id><published>2010-07-30T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:00:04.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own Woody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMvRfmjB2I/AAAAAAAADZs/MK2EVHUuhU0/s1600/photo-704002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMvRfmjB2I/AAAAAAAADZs/MK2EVHUuhU0/s320/photo-704002.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499791547536967522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know a lot of my posts have been of this cutie patooie, but he has been just that. He has kept us laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1295891727702714409?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1295891727702714409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1295891727702714409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1295891727702714409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1295891727702714409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-very-own-woody.html' title='My very own Woody'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMvRfmjB2I/AAAAAAAADZs/MK2EVHUuhU0/s72-c/photo-704002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2358319445381885649</id><published>2010-07-30T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:41:28.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMc2IRypxI/AAAAAAAADZk/Bm7eEmAogwE/s1600/photo-788282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMc2IRypxI/AAAAAAAADZk/Bm7eEmAogwE/s320/photo-788282.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499771286210127634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s always interesting trying to get a good picture of all three boys at once. I thought this was too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2358319445381885649?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2358319445381885649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2358319445381885649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2358319445381885649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2358319445381885649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFMc2IRypxI/AAAAAAAADZk/Bm7eEmAogwE/s72-c/photo-788282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-9034311244374329332</id><published>2010-07-30T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:01:20.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFKi8LYgAqI/AAAAAAAADZc/W-6meHUwbnI/s1600/photo-780253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFKi8LYgAqI/AAAAAAAADZc/W-6meHUwbnI/s320/photo-780253.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499637249704198818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another very fun exciting day comes to an end. We started off at California Adventure, then hopped back and forth to catch different shows and rides. &lt;p&gt;My little men are pooped as you can see. Their daddy just won&amp;#39;t give them a break. And they&amp;#39;re loving every minute of it. In fact, as we were leaving the last ride of the night Joel was crying to ride it again. He got over it- before we left the park even- he was passed plum out! Then, just as we left the gate (for our [never ending] 1.2 mile walk back :-/) Justin told Janine daddy was mean &amp;#39;cause he wouldn&amp;#39;t let them ride more rides;  if they only knew!....Seriously, I think Kyle could stay 48 straight hours. He&amp;#39;s a machine when it comes to Disney parks, I tell ya&amp;#39;! &lt;p&gt;OK. Well, everyone is passed out but me. &lt;p&gt;Till tomorrow........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-9034311244374329332?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9034311244374329332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=9034311244374329332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9034311244374329332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9034311244374329332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-down.html' title='Three down'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFKi8LYgAqI/AAAAAAAADZc/W-6meHUwbnI/s72-c/photo-780253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1590880685812616441</id><published>2010-07-30T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:42:08.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFJmMS0d6MI/AAAAAAAADZU/4xYIVNdinQQ/s1600/photo-728634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFJmMS0d6MI/AAAAAAAADZU/4xYIVNdinQQ/s320/photo-728634.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499570456369162434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Waiting to watch the Bugs Life 3D show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1590880685812616441?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1590880685812616441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1590880685812616441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1590880685812616441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1590880685812616441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-critters.html' title='Cute critters'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFJmMS0d6MI/AAAAAAAADZU/4xYIVNdinQQ/s72-c/photo-728634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-26410112050842403</id><published>2010-07-29T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:18:53.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFIabjh6hEI/AAAAAAAADZM/J09EW6wCxXs/s1600/photo-733813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFIabjh6hEI/AAAAAAAADZM/J09EW6wCxXs/s320/photo-733813.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499487155669075010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look how big this boy looks! About to ride the tower of terror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-26410112050842403?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/26410112050842403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=26410112050842403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/26410112050842403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/26410112050842403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/tower-of-terror.html' title='Tower of Terror'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFIabjh6hEI/AAAAAAAADZM/J09EW6wCxXs/s72-c/photo-733813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-854994410493073912</id><published>2010-07-29T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:07:03.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHteGeo4gI/AAAAAAAADZE/2UdBXryFTzU/s1600/photo-723706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHteGeo4gI/AAAAAAAADZE/2UdBXryFTzU/s320/photo-723706.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499437721387065858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday Daddy thought it would be a great idea to buy all his Pirates a sword to walk around the park with. They had a blast, hitting everyone who passed. Only at Disneyland are people so gracious. &lt;p&gt;I hope they were a ray of sunshine for someone.....besides us. :-/  I heard lots of people passing by that thought they were so adorable.....because they are. &lt;p&gt;Biased? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-854994410493073912?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/854994410493073912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=854994410493073912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/854994410493073912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/854994410493073912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHteGeo4gI/AAAAAAAADZE/2UdBXryFTzU/s72-c/photo-723706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-9109697789600423783</id><published>2010-07-29T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:50:05.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHpfkeevSI/AAAAAAAADY8/N7miis6hy2k/s1600/photo-705646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHpfkeevSI/AAAAAAAADY8/N7miis6hy2k/s320/photo-705646.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433348572822818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Special time for Justin and me! &lt;p&gt;Joel was too little for the Sorin Over California ride and I had to sit out with him  (probably a good thing because he fell asleep) while Kyle, Janine and Jim rode with Johnny and Justin. Luckily, they have this parent swap thing and I got to walk right on when they got back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-9109697789600423783?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9109697789600423783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=9109697789600423783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9109697789600423783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9109697789600423783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-this-boy.html' title='Love this boy'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHpfkeevSI/AAAAAAAADY8/N7miis6hy2k/s72-c/photo-705646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7158644047481918794</id><published>2010-07-29T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:43:02.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California  Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHn172xxkI/AAAAAAAADY0/Fq6H2UCPIwQ/s1600/photo-782860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHn172xxkI/AAAAAAAADY0/Fq6H2UCPIwQ/s320/photo-782860.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499431533782615618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kyle and I sat in this same O eight years ago with no kids.....now look at us! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7158644047481918794?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7158644047481918794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7158644047481918794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7158644047481918794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7158644047481918794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/california-adventure.html' title='California  Adventure'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFHn172xxkI/AAAAAAAADY0/Fq6H2UCPIwQ/s72-c/photo-782860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4686501227586257534</id><published>2010-07-29T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:32:35.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFGfFNxGvhI/AAAAAAAADYs/x1I2RgT0vb4/s1600/photo-755777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFGfFNxGvhI/AAAAAAAADYs/x1I2RgT0vb4/s320/photo-755777.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351531939872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was last night (12:45am again!) when we made it back; after walking ALL day at Disneyland...if that&amp;#39;s not enough, we have a 1.2 mile walk back to the rv park- with an overpass. 8-/ &lt;p&gt;Well, here goes nothin&amp;#39;........day THREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4686501227586257534?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4686501227586257534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4686501227586257534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4686501227586257534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4686501227586257534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-two-down.html' title='Day Two down'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFGfFNxGvhI/AAAAAAAADYs/x1I2RgT0vb4/s72-c/photo-755777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1209131876762630689</id><published>2010-07-28T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:00:17.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 years and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFCaYZ_weMI/AAAAAAAADYk/RvgMQSyR-vE/s1600/photo-717083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFCaYZ_weMI/AAAAAAAADYk/RvgMQSyR-vE/s320/photo-717083.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499064889105217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my Aunt Irene and Uncle Mike and today&amp;#39;s they have been married 31 years! What a day to spend your anniversary....with me of course. ;)  You thought I was going to say Disneyland, right?!? Ha ha! &lt;p&gt;Thanks for sharing your day with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1209131876762630689?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1209131876762630689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1209131876762630689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1209131876762630689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1209131876762630689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/31-years-and-counting.html' title='31 years and counting.'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TFCaYZ_weMI/AAAAAAAADYk/RvgMQSyR-vE/s72-c/photo-717083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5288139243056488557</id><published>2010-07-28T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:11:51.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_mR8kphZI/AAAAAAAADYc/RdxRcOEJ0QI/s1600/photo-711231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_mR8kphZI/AAAAAAAADYc/RdxRcOEJ0QI/s320/photo-711231.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498866866034673042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First day down. Think they&amp;#39;re tired? Their daddy over did it!!!!!!!! 12:45AM and we are finally back at the camper. &lt;p&gt;Bed time! Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5288139243056488557?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5288139243056488557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5288139243056488557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5288139243056488557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5288139243056488557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-down.html' title='1 down'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_mR8kphZI/AAAAAAAADYc/RdxRcOEJ0QI/s72-c/photo-711231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-139631998437978757</id><published>2010-07-28T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:37:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like father like son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_QNPtocRI/AAAAAAAADYU/vKSbMdTDNoM/s1600/photo-759937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_QNPtocRI/AAAAAAAADYU/vKSbMdTDNoM/s320/photo-759937.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498842596017467666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kids in a candy store don&amp;#39;t compare to my boys in a Disneyland store. :) &lt;p&gt;Justin always watches intently when a pillow pet commercial comes on the TV. Well, today he found a Pluto pet!...and fell in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-139631998437978757?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/139631998437978757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=139631998437978757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/139631998437978757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/139631998437978757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like father like son!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TE_QNPtocRI/AAAAAAAADYU/vKSbMdTDNoM/s72-c/photo-759937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2957821001005879040</id><published>2010-07-23T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:26:33.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEolKQHnqBI/AAAAAAAADYM/la35l90gMBo/s1600/photo-793900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEolKQHnqBI/AAAAAAAADYM/la35l90gMBo/s320/photo-793900.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497247153214957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joel asked Johnny to read to him. What a good brother! &lt;br&gt;Looks like Justin is about to pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2957821001005879040?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2957821001005879040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2957821001005879040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2957821001005879040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2957821001005879040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-time.html' title='Story time'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEolKQHnqBI/AAAAAAAADYM/la35l90gMBo/s72-c/photo-793900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1514645517566001084</id><published>2010-07-23T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:11:50.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California check point</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFluw0mlI/AAAAAAAADX8/K3HKlJRHCs0/s1600/photo-710590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFluw0mlI/AAAAAAAADX8/K3HKlJRHCs0/s320/photo-710590.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497212440925215314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We made it. Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1514645517566001084?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1514645517566001084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1514645517566001084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1514645517566001084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1514645517566001084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/california-check-point.html' title='California check point'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFluw0mlI/AAAAAAAADX8/K3HKlJRHCs0/s72-c/photo-710590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-3901511435980288482</id><published>2010-07-23T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:12:29.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFvRJdB9I/AAAAAAAADYE/DOWG9l8BlIE/s1600/photo-749192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFvRJdB9I/AAAAAAAADYE/DOWG9l8BlIE/s320/photo-749192.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497212604774156242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We just crossed over AZ in to CA. Kyle and I were excitedly saying, &amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re in California!!&amp;quot; Poor little justin&amp;#39;s eyes pulled together and he yelled, &amp;quot;Oh man! But we&amp;#39;re still driving!&amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;What a cutie patootie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-3901511435980288482?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3901511435980288482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=3901511435980288482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3901511435980288482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/3901511435980288482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-man.html' title='Oh man!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEoFvRJdB9I/AAAAAAAADYE/DOWG9l8BlIE/s72-c/photo-749192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-9128257316766289857</id><published>2010-07-23T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:43:10.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellton AZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEn-3xYLNFI/AAAAAAAADX0/S1Qd84kFFcg/s1600/photo-790998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEn-3xYLNFI/AAAAAAAADX0/S1Qd84kFFcg/s320/photo-790998.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497205054283396178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow! This is a cool drive. &lt;p&gt;Well, not too cool- it&amp;#39;s 108 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-9128257316766289857?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9128257316766289857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=9128257316766289857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9128257316766289857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9128257316766289857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/wellton-az.html' title='Wellton AZ'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEn-3xYLNFI/AAAAAAAADX0/S1Qd84kFFcg/s72-c/photo-790998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-8773942785714985822</id><published>2010-07-22T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:36:05.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEidpbcSO8I/AAAAAAAADXs/bqnnALphJ44/s1600/photo-765183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEidpbcSO8I/AAAAAAAADXs/bqnnALphJ44/s320/photo-765183.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496816680272280514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There&amp;#39;s a sign that says watch out for rattlesnakes. Johnny, all boy, says he wants to see one.  Yipes! Not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-8773942785714985822?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8773942785714985822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=8773942785714985822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8773942785714985822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/8773942785714985822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/bros.html' title='Bro&apos;s'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEidpbcSO8I/AAAAAAAADXs/bqnnALphJ44/s72-c/photo-765183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4601443191340446656</id><published>2010-07-22T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:47:23.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about to leave TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhoC4WInBI/AAAAAAAADXk/BKVzpXolBNs/s1600/photo-743559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhoC4WInBI/AAAAAAAADXk/BKVzpXolBNs/s320/photo-743559.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757743899941906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s impossible to keep from thinking of my Creator as we pass through the beautiful hills- with the mountains in the far off distance.   &lt;p&gt;This picture does not do justice. &lt;p&gt;As I&amp;#39;m typing this we just passed a mountain with a cross on top. Johnny gasped and his eyes got really big as he asked, &amp;quot;Is that where Jesus died?&amp;quot; Guess a little geography lesson is do when we get home, but it makes my heart proud that that&amp;#39;s the first thing my little blessing thought of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-4601443191340446656?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4601443191340446656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4601443191340446656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4601443191340446656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4601443191340446656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-about-to-leave-tx.html' title='Just about to leave TX'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhoC4WInBI/AAAAAAAADXk/BKVzpXolBNs/s72-c/photo-743559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2371539176534364241</id><published>2010-07-22T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:07:03.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Justin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhQh-DMcOI/AAAAAAAADXc/wYeGGOAKuqw/s1600/photo-723482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhQh-DMcOI/AAAAAAAADXc/wYeGGOAKuqw/s320/photo-723482.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496731889727992034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh man! How far IS California?!?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; I think he&amp;#39;s sick of the car already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2371539176534364241?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2371539176534364241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2371539176534364241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2371539176534364241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2371539176534364241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/poor-justin.html' title='Poor Justin'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEhQh-DMcOI/AAAAAAAADXc/wYeGGOAKuqw/s72-c/photo-723482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7948222381585571792</id><published>2010-07-17T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:11:34.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing the camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEIchgoFAEI/AAAAAAAADXU/2IJSwVCgk08/s1600/photo-794832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEIchgoFAEI/AAAAAAAADXU/2IJSwVCgk08/s320/photo-794832.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494985857364721730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Getting it ready to go to California.  &lt;p&gt;The baby cousin (out of us 10), Jessica, is getting married next Sunday. We pull out Thursday!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7948222381585571792?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7948222381585571792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7948222381585571792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7948222381585571792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7948222381585571792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/washing-camper.html' title='Washing the camper'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TEIchgoFAEI/AAAAAAAADXU/2IJSwVCgk08/s72-c/photo-794832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-9043215087975848655</id><published>2010-07-16T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:36:27.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a stay at home mom?</title><content type='html'>It's better to miss a lifestyle than miss my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I was talking to a friend who's also a stay at home mom- with two little boys.  We talked about the things we used to do- before having kids, and how life has changed since having them;   There are good days and bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Johnny has been somewhat, ummm, I guess I would say a challenge.  His attitude (and mine) has been foul and unpleasing to our Lord.  We've been at each others throats, so to speak.  I pray for each of my little guys daily.  But I've especially prayed over Johnny and with Johnny all week.  Even through the course of this week I'm thankful to be able to stay home with my little blessings!  I will have to say, there are times when I have to remind myself of that.  This book I've just started reading Mission to Motherhood by Sally Clarkson is just that- a reminder.   Only a few chapters in and already it's an eyeopener!  Can't wait to finish it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about it when I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week end!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-9043215087975848655?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9043215087975848655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=9043215087975848655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9043215087975848655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/9043215087975848655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Why a stay at home mom?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2242285768347274842</id><published>2010-07-09T13:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:39:35.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny's splinter</title><content type='html'>Johnny got a splinter (redwood bark) on the playground just  before school let out.  They called to tell me they pulled it out  and Johnny was not a happy camper.  It was swollen about a week there after until turning in to a nasty black and blue bruise.  The last couple of weeks it's been red and swollen, but appeared to be getting  better. Until yesterday that is.  It was swollen again and looked  infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_tArrMRI/AAAAAAAADWk/A4jkSAEC__c/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_tArrMRI/AAAAAAAADWk/A4jkSAEC__c/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491998681855635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because this was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd9Fpe91oI/AAAAAAAADWM/SHVg7T6TTEo/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd9Fpe91oI/AAAAAAAADWM/SHVg7T6TTEo/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491995806590162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is getting ready for Dr. Gully to cut it out- he's going to give Johnny a shot first to deaden it, and Johnny was so mad;  definitely doesn't take pain very well....can't say that I blame him! Mama Jean went with me because she knew it was going to take many people to hold this strong little toot down.  Boy was she right!  I had to lay on his chest and hold his arms.  Mama Jean had his good leg while the nurse attempted to hold his splintered leg.  After a minute of screaming and fighting, the nurse finally got a good hold on him and put all of her body weight into holding that leg still so the doctor could give him the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_si6ODpI/AAAAAAAADWc/Nht6nGK-DaI/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_si6ODpI/AAAAAAAADWc/Nht6nGK-DaI/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491998673863577234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shot and he figured out that it didn't hurt anymore, he wanted to sit up and watch as the doctor cut in to him.  This was just after Dr. Gully got it out and Johnny watched the whole thing.  Maybe got a doctor on my hand, huh?!?  After it was all said and done, Uncle Tony had slipped Mama Jean some money to take the [brave] boy to sonic for ice cream.  Wish I would have taken a picture of him enjoying his Oreo Sonic blast!  Thank you Uncle Tony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_sbH15LI/AAAAAAAADWU/yopk9Hcjr4g/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_sbH15LI/AAAAAAAADWU/yopk9Hcjr4g/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491998671773230258" border="0" /&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/8513813730577239075-2242285768347274842?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2242285768347274842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2242285768347274842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2242285768347274842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2242285768347274842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-got-splinter-redwood-bark-on.html' title='Johnny&apos;s splinter'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDd_tArrMRI/AAAAAAAADWk/A4jkSAEC__c/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-2282933313374902744</id><published>2010-07-06T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:11:10.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDPGHswtgDI/AAAAAAAADVs/SqBkPTpvB8M/s1600/photo-770181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDPGHswtgDI/AAAAAAAADVs/SqBkPTpvB8M/s320/photo-770181.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950206271619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How pretty and awesome is this?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-2282933313374902744?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2282933313374902744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=2282933313374902744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2282933313374902744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/2282933313374902744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-is-good.html' title='God is good!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TDPGHswtgDI/AAAAAAAADVs/SqBkPTpvB8M/s72-c/photo-770181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1457161449781504623</id><published>2010-06-18T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:02:18.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet bros and story time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBt8amB74cI/AAAAAAAADVk/rMyFhUgHzJ4/s1600/photo-738929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBt8amB74cI/AAAAAAAADVk/rMyFhUgHzJ4/s320/photo-738929.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484113767580819906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Johnny was playing wii (Mario Bros!) and I heard Joel ask, &amp;quot;Johnny,  &lt;br&gt;will you read dis to me?&amp;quot; I was expecting to hear &amp;quot;NO Joel!&amp;quot; I never  &lt;br&gt;would have guessed Johnny&amp;#39;s sweet reply of, &amp;quot;Sure Joel!&amp;quot; So, I had to  &lt;br&gt;run in and take a picture. :)&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1457161449781504623?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1457161449781504623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1457161449781504623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1457161449781504623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1457161449781504623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-bros-and-story-time.html' title='Sweet bros and story time'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBt8amB74cI/AAAAAAAADVk/rMyFhUgHzJ4/s72-c/photo-738929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-5199938129662439465</id><published>2010-06-14T12:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:22:12.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a "Little House on the Prairie" life for me!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I saw a preview of a Little House play and thought it would be neat,  then they said Mellisa Gilbert (who played Laura Ingalls in the TV  series) was playing Ma! I wanted so badly to go, but I knew we just  couldn't afford it. Then, a couple days later (without me saying a word to her about it) Mama Jean told me she  bought tickets for her and I to go!!  I couldn't believe my ears!  I wanted to jump up and down and scream like a girl, but I'm much too grown up for that...who am I kidding, I did!! :) Not only were we going to watch a play, we were going early to shop, spending the night, and shopping the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird to go somewhere with out my kiddos or a husband.  But, I did and had a wonderful time!! We went with the Fun After 55 group from church.  We got up Thursday morning, met at the church at 7am, on the bus and to Fort Worth we went.  We spent the whole day at the Stock yards; ate, watched the cattle drive, shopped, ate some more, took a tour, did I mention that we ate?!?  I had never been- it's too cool!  I had no idea.  I've always heard about it, but never had any desire to go.  Well, I can't wait to go back and take the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Mama Jean as we walked around the Stock Yards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZiZR7pADI/AAAAAAAADVU/EsDclJmdfM8/s1600/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZiZR7pADI/AAAAAAAADVU/EsDclJmdfM8/s320/IMG_1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482677782819962930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Stock Yard we went to the hotel room to rest before the play.  I was unsure of what to do at that point.  I felt guilty for enjoying time away from the boys.  I didn't want to lay down because I felt like I should be doing something. It was a weird feeling.  Mama Jean told me to lay down, relax, and enjoy myself. So, I grabbed my book and got under the covers. My cousin, Janine, called and I talked to her-which I never get to without the boys yelling the entire time. We had a good time planing out what we're going to do next month! Disneyland, watch out, the Griffins are coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the girl who played Laura Ingalls!  Mellisa Gilbert never came out to sign autographs. :(  But, at least I got to see her in person!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZiY1uz03I/AAAAAAAADVM/LSUByvvWUcs/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZiY1uz03I/AAAAAAAADVM/LSUByvvWUcs/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482677775249953650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday morning we got back on the bus and headed to Sun Dance Square for more shopping and eating. &lt;br /&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/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZjUaGPIWI/AAAAAAAADVc/7jMHq1DhOGk/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZjUaGPIWI/AAAAAAAADVc/7jMHq1DhOGk/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482678798624170338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my handsome husband for taking two days off (when he didn't really have the time to) and taking care of our little munchkins! You're the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Mama Jean!! Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! I can't tell you how much it means to me that you took me along!  I felt overwhelmed just being in the same building with my childhood role-model.   I can't imagine what meeting our Savior will be like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Griffins/Desktop/print/IMG_1863.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-5199938129662439465?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5199938129662439465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=5199938129662439465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5199938129662439465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/5199938129662439465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-little-house-on-prairie-life-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s a &quot;Little House on the Prairie&quot; life for me!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TBZiZR7pADI/AAAAAAAADVU/EsDclJmdfM8/s72-c/IMG_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-7185302739435635261</id><published>2010-06-11T01:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:07:44.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace, grace God's Grace...</title><content type='html'>Grace, grace God's grace...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been stuck in my head for weeks! Every time I think of  God (the creator of all things), I think of how unworthy I am, and  thankful He sent His Son for me;  and He gives us grace....so freely  if we ask for it! I mean, just think about this for a minute- He  created everything! A perfect design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the hustle and bustle of life, it can be hard to stop and focus on  seeking His face...these days, though, I just can't seem to get  enough. I love the fact that no matter where I'm at, He meets me  there. I can call on Him and know I'm going to get an answer;  A yes,  no, or not right now- maybe not the one I want, but I know His will  will be done. And- the more I pray, the more I get to know God, and  the more I trust my decisions. It has truly made life easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, it seems like the deeper my walk with Christ the harder Satan  tries to attack. Not just me, but my family too. He tries anything and  everything to get me down. I'm SOOOO thankful for the book (Lies Women  Believe And The Truth That Sets Them Free) we read a few weeks back!  It has changed my life, prayer life, and lives of friends!  God has  big things in store for me/us and I'm excited in what's going on in  our hearts and lives!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my friends- thank you for encouraging and pushing me to be a better  Christ follower. Thank you for being women of God, eager to honor  Jesus with your life. I know I'm blessed to have Christ-centered  friends-- and Mama Jean- I don't know what I would do without you! I'm  so grateful for the wisdom you have to share!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amber- I'm excited about your house. I'm ready to paint or do whatever  needs doin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lisa- same goes to you, girlfriend! Even if it's just coming over to  play with your boys. I'm sure my guys would just hate to cross the  road and go to the Gator Farm. ;-) Thanks again for the school stuff!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-7185302739435635261?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7185302739435635261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=7185302739435635261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7185302739435635261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/7185302739435635261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/grace-grace-gods-grace.html' title='Grace, grace God&apos;s Grace...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-4741423300839024949</id><published>2010-06-08T07:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:15:18.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA45SOl-9ZI/AAAAAAAADU0/RDOGDJdas48/s1600/Smile+Daphne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA45SOl-9ZI/AAAAAAAADU0/RDOGDJdas48/s320/Smile+Daphne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480380781874312594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to put Daphne down Saturday. :(  It was the hardest decision we've ever had to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne was Kyle's girl!  He rescued her from the pound when she was a puppy (about 12 or 13 years ago) and they've been best friends ever since.  I've never seen a dog who talks to their owner, but she did.  When Kyle would walk outside and Daphne wanted his attention she would make a groaning noise.  Where ever Kyle went Daphne was sure to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I always thought was neat, Kyle could throw a rock in to the field and she would go sniff it out and bring it back.  She would do it as many times as Kyle would throw it.  And when he wouldn't throw it anymore, she would just lay down with the rock.  It was quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne picked me before Kyle did actually.  She didn't like ANYONE but Kyle.  The first time he ever brought me out, we were sitting out on the front porch.  Daphne was laying on the step and I went to pet her;  Kyle told me not to because she didn't like anyone and might bite at me. Little did he know!!, she not only let me pet her, but didn't want me to stop.  A Daphne trade mark, when you stop petting her she will grab your foot with her paw. Kyle couldn't believe his eyes and still to this day jokes about Daph picking me before he knew.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA47nUVdOXI/AAAAAAAADU8/pfMNWHNO-z8/s1600/Daphne+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA47nUVdOXI/AAAAAAAADU8/pfMNWHNO-z8/s320/Daphne+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480383343216114034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA47nnZQoHI/AAAAAAAADVE/mL_FxE2S6cc/s1600/Daphne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA47nnZQoHI/AAAAAAAADVE/mL_FxE2S6cc/s320/Daphne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480383348332339314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sure will miss this girl!  She was a SMART! and really good dog!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, does this mean I'm finally your best girl?!?  ;)&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/8513813730577239075-4741423300839024949?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4741423300839024949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=4741423300839024949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4741423300839024949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/4741423300839024949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/kyles-best-friend.html' title='Kyle&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605362527589397233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXA50ojHZw/TwM2_zE3txI/AAAAAAAADw0/0hrm35qjVv8/s220/16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/TA45SOl-9ZI/AAAAAAAADU0/RDOGDJdas48/s72-c/Smile+Daphne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513813730577239075.post-1931695101649010279</id><published>2010-05-12T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:16:56.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/S-rGaBMkC5I/AAAAAAAADUs/Xp-IMeFOvp0/s1600/photo-716025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cX0fgNHPDZg/S-rGaBMkC5I/AAAAAAAADUs/Xp-IMeFOvp0/s320/photo-716025.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470402847694916498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK. This was too fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513813730577239075-1931695101649010279?l=oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1931695101649010279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8513813730577239075&amp;postID=1931695101649010279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1931695101649010279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8513813730577239075/posts/default/1931695101649010279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneaftergodsownheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok.html' 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