<?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-6157722081943356759</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:56:33.400-06:00</updated><category term='Let Me Share My Story'/><title type='text'>Working 4 A Purpose~Loving What I Do!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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sister and I have started called &lt;a href="http://www.mountainmatters.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Mountain Matters."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It has been a blast getting it started, and a great outlet for me, as I truly am a Mountain Girl at heart!&amp;nbsp; We'd love to invite you to join us if love adventure, nature and being in the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vRuGNFOMjN4/TYjYuzOhiII/AAAAAAAAAd0/UY60CXy68-o/s1600/Blog+Header.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vRuGNFOMjN4/TYjYuzOhiII/AAAAAAAAAd0/UY60CXy68-o/s320/Blog+Header.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, I will still be keeping this current Blog and hope it is an encouragement to you as well!&amp;nbsp; It will be a bit more business focused and help you in growing in your life as a leader, and business person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great quote that I heard this week is:&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the little things people do.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people, doing a little, can accomplish AMAZING THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easy to focus on those who are doing great things, and forget those who are consistently working hard and being faithful, but maybe not accomplishing things as quickly.&amp;nbsp; Remember, every person you work with is just as important as the other!&amp;nbsp; Be sure to make them feel that way!&amp;nbsp; Give them a call today to encourage them and cheer them on!&amp;nbsp; It will make their day!&amp;nbsp; And in the end, it will make your day as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8421263170523158439?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Heavenly Father, for this coming year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just one request I bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do not pray for happiness or any earthly thing.&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask to understand the way you lead me;&lt;br /&gt;But this I ask—teach me to do the thing that pleases You.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know Your guiding voice,&lt;br /&gt;To walk with you each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;Make me swift to hear and ready to obey;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the year I now begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A happy year will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I am seeking just to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The thing that pleases You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-5920191491725051532?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5920191491725051532/comments/default' title='Post 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and May 2011 be filled with health and prosperity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Arnolds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-5082197850016022411?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5082197850016022411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-hope-you-all-had-wonderful-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/5082197850016022411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Observe Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Souvenir Lt BT', Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TOmIWxTyIJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XY4SI9iRnvQ/s1600/happy-thanksgiving1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TOmIWxTyIJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XY4SI9iRnvQ/s320/happy-thanksgiving1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your blessings instead of your crosses;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your gains instead of your losses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your joys instead of your woes;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your friends instead of your foes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your smiles instead of your tears;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your courage instead of your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your full years instead of your lean;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count your health instead of your wealth;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Count on God instead of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~~Author Unknown~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7338603196451709204?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7338603196451709204/comments/default' 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="height: 801px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: 682px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I am a Jack O' Lantern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  My light will shine so bright &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; For I am a Christian pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;My symbols tell what's right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My nose is like the cross&lt;br /&gt;on which our Savior died &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; To set us free from sin&lt;br /&gt;We need no longer hide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My mouth is like a fish&lt;br /&gt;The whole wide world to show &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; That Christians live in this house&lt;br /&gt;And love their Savior so!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; The story starts at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are like the star &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; That shone on Baby Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And wise men saw from far&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My color it is orange&lt;br /&gt;Just like the big bright sun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; That rose on Easter Day&lt;br /&gt;Along with Gods' own Son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; And so on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Let's set our pumpkins out &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; And tell the trick or treaters&lt;br /&gt;What Gods' love is all about!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-4505048579637794696?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4505048579637794696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-jack-o-lantern-my-light-will-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-6798403772461646098</id><published>2010-09-20T08:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:24:10.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Negative Thoughts Allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TJdsESjjbPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DwNy7UyJmSQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TJdsESjjbPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DwNy7UyJmSQ/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518998689322069234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A negative thought came to my mind&lt;br /&gt;He wore a charming smile&lt;br /&gt;And  I was sorely tempted&lt;br /&gt;to invite him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hesitated,&lt;br /&gt;He tapped softly on the door&lt;br /&gt;And whispered through the keyhole&lt;br /&gt;As he'd often done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'll help you hold your grudge,&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you sing the blues,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all your folks and friends&lt;br /&gt;have turned their backs on you."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You've been misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;Mistreated and maligned.&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you cry your heart out&lt;br /&gt;If you'll let me come inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I kept my windows fastened&lt;br /&gt;And my doors securely closed,&lt;br /&gt;For I knew I'd be the loser&lt;br /&gt;If I let him take control&lt;br /&gt;For negative thoughts can multiply&lt;br /&gt;And crowd the positives out&lt;br /&gt;And make the mind a cesspool&lt;br /&gt;Of anxiety and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I told the negative thought&lt;br /&gt;I could not let him in.&lt;br /&gt;He went his way, but I am sure&lt;br /&gt;That he'll return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more will I greet him&lt;br /&gt;With a welcome or a smile&lt;br /&gt;And never will I entertain him&lt;br /&gt;Even for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill my mind with positive thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And on the door install&lt;br /&gt;a sign which reads, "DO NOT DISTURB"&lt;br /&gt;when negative comes to call&lt;br /&gt;For tho' he knocks a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And yet, a thousand more&lt;br /&gt;He cannot dominate my mind if I don't open the  door.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-6798403772461646098?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6798403772461646098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-negative-thoughts-allowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6798403772461646098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6798403772461646098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-negative-thoughts-allowed.html' title='No Negative Thoughts Allowed'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TJdsESjjbPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DwNy7UyJmSQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-5602859327066437610</id><published>2010-09-10T12:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:07:07.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TIqBJ3wFWXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y7zF3RojHTk/s1600/siberian-husky-puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TIqBJ3wFWXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y7zF3RojHTk/s320/siberian-husky-puppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515362700253026674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the day without caffeine;&lt;br /&gt;Get going without pep pills;&lt;br /&gt;Always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains;&lt;br /&gt;Resist complaining and boring people with your troubles;&lt;br /&gt;Eat the same food every day and be grateful for it;&lt;br /&gt;Understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive a friend's lack of consideration;&lt;br /&gt;Overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of your own, something goes wrong;&lt;br /&gt;Take criticism and blame without resentment;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him;&lt;br /&gt;Resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend;&lt;br /&gt;Face the world without lies and deceit;&lt;br /&gt;Conquer tension without medical help;&lt;br /&gt;Relax without liquor;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep without the aid of drugs;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly say that deep in your heart you have no prejudice;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend, you are almost as good as your dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost, but not quite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-5602859327066437610?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TIqBJ3wFWXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y7zF3RojHTk/s72-c/siberian-husky-puppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8719440016885618455</id><published>2010-07-14T16:22:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:18:41.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Go For a Hike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5JxzCpXrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P1OncyOGG8U/s1600/_DSC0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5JxzCpXrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P1OncyOGG8U/s320/_DSC0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493909715302309554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There is a saying that I see in Colorado all the time that says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"If your lucky enough to live in the  mountains, you are lucky enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"If you are blessed enough to live in the  mountains, you are truly blessed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I feel abundantly blessed to live in Colorado, where every morning I can  see Pike's Peak out of my front window.  It looks different every time  you look at it and it never ceases to amaze me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The past couple  of weeks, Dave and I have had the privilege of spending time in our  favorite vacation location in the Rocky Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took an  incredible hike that showed how amazing and creative our God truly is.  I thought you might to take a little hike with me!  I wish I could share all of the beauty we saw with you, but here are a few pics here I can share with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Thanks to my hubby and his excellent photography skills)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IRk-gidI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BBqsRUTFbNI/s1600/_DSC0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IRk-gidI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BBqsRUTFbNI/s320/_DSC0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908062259415506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The wildflowers were stunning!  This is a Rosy Paintbrush.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IkGFUNaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0L19_zhhLKs/s1600/_DSC0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IkGFUNaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0L19_zhhLKs/s320/_DSC0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908380383983010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And above is an Alpine Sunflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5ONciTwLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/n8eHuUr0gWg/s1600/_DSC0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5ONciTwLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/n8eHuUr0gWg/s320/_DSC0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493914588343943346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Wyoming Paintbrush above and all different flowers below!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5POutpenI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pQRPiO6QqvE/s1600/_DSC0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5POutpenI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pQRPiO6QqvE/s320/_DSC0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493915709914839666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IzEXKelI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cTncX4LQCJ8/s1600/_DSC0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5IzEXKelI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cTncX4LQCJ8/s320/_DSC0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908637620009554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lakita and I are sitting and enjoying all of the colors. This side of the mountain was a blanket of color.  (You may have to click on the picture to get in a little closer and see all of the different colors.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5H7kpchjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lD0_HW-LcCQ/s1600/_DSC0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5H7kpchjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lD0_HW-LcCQ/s320/_DSC0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493907684213950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We started hiking at 6:15 in the morning, and saw lots of birds and wildlife too.  It ended up being a 6 hour hike by the time we got back, but we sat and relaxed and tried to take in all of the beauty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5JB1V9XiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t6ntYg6kJb0/s1600/_DSC0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5JB1V9XiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t6ntYg6kJb0/s320/_DSC0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908891286461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Dave relaxing with Lakita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was a great day, and I wish you could have been there to enjoy it all, but hopefully this gives you a little taste of heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5Jcq_iYjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-l8NiEdFaRQ/s1600/_DSC0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5Jcq_iYjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-l8NiEdFaRQ/s320/_DSC0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493909352364532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I have to run!  Lakita says it's time to log off!  Thanks for joining me on today's hike!  I hope it has inspired you, as it did me, to worship our amazing Creator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.  Psalm 19:1  NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8719440016885618455?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8719440016885618455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/07/wanna-go-for-hike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8719440016885618455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8719440016885618455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/07/wanna-go-for-hike.html' title='Wanna Go For a Hike?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TD5JxzCpXrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P1OncyOGG8U/s72-c/_DSC0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1106238713783153667</id><published>2010-06-13T07:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:45:12.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TBTgQVgua2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RWIhxmTBkJY/s1600/man-praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TBTgQVgua2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RWIhxmTBkJY/s320/man-praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482253217673669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Godly Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who has postponed his plans to fly planes and sail to exotic places &lt;br /&gt;So that his children will have memories of a dad who taught them to fish, swim and change a bicycle tire  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man whose strong hands handle the greasy, dark, and dirty jobs that no one else wants to do&lt;br /&gt; And gently pat a fussy baby to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders during the day&lt;br /&gt; And carries small children on them during a game of “Horse” at night  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man who understands that real Success is not found in the boardroom &lt;br /&gt;But in watching his children grow and learn and love  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man whose character is sterling and velvet, whose handshake is better than gold, and whose word stands for honor, integrity and trust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who is creating a spiritual legacy that will affect generations to come &lt;br /&gt;And who knows that his real treasure is stored up in a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man who knows that real strength is not found in the gym &lt;br /&gt;But on his knees  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love a Godly Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am proud that he is my husband and the father of my children.  &lt;br /&gt;To him and all the Godly Men like him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Very Happy Father’s Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; font-weight: bold;" class="versetext" id="ps112-1"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;Psalm 112&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-1"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01984"&gt;Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ye the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03050"&gt;LORD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0835"&gt;Blessed&lt;/span&gt;  is the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0376"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03372"&gt;feareth&lt;/span&gt;  the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03068"&gt;LORD,&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02654"&gt;delighteth&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03966"&gt;greatly&lt;/span&gt; in his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04687"&gt;commandments.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-2"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;     His &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02233"&gt;seed&lt;/span&gt; shall be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01368"&gt;mighty&lt;/span&gt; upon &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0776"&gt;earth:&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01755"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;  of the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03477"&gt;upright&lt;/span&gt; shall be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01288"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; .    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-3"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01952"&gt;Wealth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06239"&gt;riches&lt;/span&gt; shall be in his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01004"&gt;house:&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06666"&gt;righteousness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05975"&gt;endureth&lt;/span&gt;   for &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05703"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-4"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;     Unto the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03477"&gt;upright&lt;/span&gt; there &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02224"&gt;ariseth&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0216"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02822"&gt;darkness:&lt;/span&gt;  he is &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02587"&gt;gracious,&lt;/span&gt; and full of &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07349"&gt;compassion,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06662"&gt;righteous.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-5"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;     A &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02896"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0376"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; sheweth &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02603"&gt;favour&lt;/span&gt;  , and &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03867"&gt;lendeth&lt;/span&gt; : he will &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03557"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt;  his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01697"&gt;affairs&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04941"&gt;discretion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="b"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-6"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;     Surely he shall not be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04131"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt;   for &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05769"&gt;ever:&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06662"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; shall be in &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05769"&gt;everlasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02143"&gt;remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-7"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;     He shall not be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03372"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;  of &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07451"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="08052"&gt;tidings:&lt;/span&gt;  his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03820"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03559"&gt;fixed&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0982"&gt;trusting&lt;/span&gt;  in the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03068"&gt;LORD.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-8"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;     His &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03820"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05564"&gt;established&lt;/span&gt; , he shall not be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03372"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; , until he &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07200"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;  his desire upon his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06862"&gt;enemies.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-9"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;     He hath &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06340"&gt;dispersed&lt;/span&gt; , he hath &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05414"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt;  to the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="034"&gt;poor;&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06666"&gt;righteousness&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05975"&gt;endureth&lt;/span&gt;  for &lt;span class="strongs" sn="05703"&gt;ever;&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07161"&gt;horn&lt;/span&gt; shall be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07311"&gt;exalted&lt;/span&gt;   with &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03519"&gt;honour.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="ps112-10"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;     The &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07563"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt; shall &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07200"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;  it, and be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03707"&gt;grieved&lt;/span&gt; ; he shall &lt;span class="strongs" sn="02786"&gt;gnash&lt;/span&gt;   with his &lt;span class="strongs" sn="08127"&gt;teeth,&lt;/span&gt; and melt &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04549"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; : the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="08378"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07563"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt;  shall &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06"&gt;perish&lt;/span&gt; .    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&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/6157722081943356759-1106238713783153667?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1106238713783153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1106238713783153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1106238713783153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/TBTgQVgua2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RWIhxmTBkJY/s72-c/man-praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1635331951607962833</id><published>2010-05-18T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:40:05.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S_L5TxHghII/AAAAAAAAAWY/ERJHJ4O9FAg/s1600/waiting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S_L5TxHghII/AAAAAAAAAWY/ERJHJ4O9FAg/s320/waiting.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472710615206233218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It can be so hard to wait sometimes.  We want things to happen right now!  Here's a great poem of encouragement for those of you who are waiting for something to happen in your life, or are praying for someone you love and waiting for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting!  Yes patiently waiting!&lt;br /&gt;Til next steps made plain will be;&lt;br /&gt;To hear, with the inner hearing,&lt;br /&gt;The Voice that will call for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!  Yes, hopefully waiting!&lt;br /&gt;With hope that need not grow dim;&lt;br /&gt;The Master is pledged to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are unto Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!  Expectantly waiting!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it may be today&lt;br /&gt;The Master will quickly open&lt;br /&gt;The gate to my future way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!  Yes waiting!  Still waiting!&lt;br /&gt;The Master will not be late:&lt;br /&gt;Since He knows that I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;For Him to unlatch the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Danson Smith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-1635331951607962833?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1635331951607962833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1635331951607962833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1635331951607962833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S_L5TxHghII/AAAAAAAAAWY/ERJHJ4O9FAg/s72-c/waiting.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-3396279485776899396</id><published>2010-05-14T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:47:26.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S-22o20TDuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G3bV-_KFIIU/s1600/PRAYER+SERIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S-22o20TDuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G3bV-_KFIIU/s320/PRAYER+SERIES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471229935350910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long,&lt;br /&gt;I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry and get to work&lt;br /&gt;For bills would soon be due..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt;To spread a word of cheer&lt;br /&gt;No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For in his hands God! Held a book;&lt;br /&gt;It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;br /&gt;"Your name I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;But never found the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-3396279485776899396?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3396279485776899396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3396279485776899396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3396279485776899396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S-22o20TDuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G3bV-_KFIIU/s72-c/PRAYER+SERIES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-9158546215785639765</id><published>2010-04-30T06:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:13:02.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Life Hard for You Right Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S9rWzbmjF0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/P5vJDUeKVSk/s1600/20090111-contemplative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S9rWzbmjF0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/P5vJDUeKVSk/s320/20090111-contemplative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465917276838631234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Many times life is hard.  It seems that everywhere I turn lately I have friends and family going through very difficult times.  Maybe you find the same thing in your life, and sometimes, you just don't have the words to say to encourage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading Streams in the Desert this year.  It was given to me by a dear friend, and it is great encouragement for anyone going through any kind of difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had some friends who lost their 19 year old son in a car accident.  He was a very strong Christian, and had tremendous influence for the Lord in his school and in our community.  At his funeral about 150 people came forward to give their lives to Christ.  It was amazing.  And yet, it is still so very hard for the parents and sister left behind who are daily reminded of the emptiness left behind in all they do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never any perfect answer as to WHY?  We can only trust that God knows.  Our faith is truly tested during times like this.  I'd like to share what I read in my devotions this morning with you, and I pray if you are going through a difficult time, that it will be an encouragement to you.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord...Wait for the Lord,; be strong, and let your heart take courage (Psalm 27:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how great the temptation is to despair at times!  Our soul becomes depressed and disheartened, and our faith staggers under the severe trials and testing that come into our lives, especially during times of bereavement and suffering.  We may come to the place where we say, "I cannot bear this any loner.  I am close to despair under these circumstances God has allowed.  He tells me not to despair, but what am I supposed to do when I am at this point?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done in the past when you felt weak physically?  You could not do anything.  You ceased from doing.  In your weakness, you leaned on the shoulder of a strong loved one.  You leaned completely on someone else and rested, becoming still and trusting in another's strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same when you are tempted to despair under spiritual afflictions.  Once you have come close to the point of despair, God's message is not, "Be strong and courageous: (Josh 1:6), for He knows that your strength and courage have run away.  Instead, He say sweetly, "Be still, and know that I am God" (Ps.46:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson Taylor was so weak and feeble in the last few months of his life that he told a friend, "I am so weak I cannot write  I cannot read my Bible.  I cannot even pray.  All I can do is lie still in the arms of God as a little child, trusting Him."  This wonderful man of God, who had great spiritual power, came to the point of physical suffering and weakness where all he could do was lie still and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all God asks of you as His dear child.  When you become weak through fierce fires of affliction, do not try to "be strong."  Just "be still, and know that He is God."  And know that He will sustain you and bring you through the fire.  God reserves His best medicine for our times of deepest despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S9rVq70yYGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wN-1qk8HHPE/s1600/sunflower015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S9rVq70yYGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wN-1qk8HHPE/s320/sunflower015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465916031357837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and take heart.  Psalm 27"4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, He has not failed you&lt;br /&gt;In all the past,&lt;br /&gt;And will He go and leave you&lt;br /&gt;To sink at last?&lt;br /&gt;No, He said He will hide you&lt;br /&gt;Beneath His wing;&lt;br /&gt;And sweetly there in safety&lt;br /&gt;You then may sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you today is that you rest in Him if you are going through a difficult time, until He gives you the strength you need to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-9158546215785639765?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9158546215785639765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-life-hard-for-you-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9158546215785639765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9158546215785639765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-life-hard-for-you-right-now.html' title='Is Life Hard for You Right Now?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S9rWzbmjF0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/P5vJDUeKVSk/s72-c/20090111-contemplative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4538292166401306309</id><published>2010-04-13T13:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:30:20.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Excuse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S8TL8E0LzyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FyAXrp8PzcE/s1600/noexcuses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S8TL8E0LzyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FyAXrp8PzcE/s320/noexcuses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459712881225092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire is a powerful motivator.  If we really want something, we'll find a way to do it.  Unless we admit this we will spend our lives deceived by our own excuses about why we cannot do things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses are very dangerous and one of the main reasons we don't make the progress we desire.  Perhaps you would like to exercise, but you make an excuse about why you can't.  Maybe you want to spend more time with your family, but you have an excuse as to why you just can't.  You might realize you need to give more of yourself to help others and you may want to do it, but there are always reasons (excuses) why you don't actually do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we realize that excuses are keeping us deceived and disobedient, we will be stuck in joyless, fruitless living.~Joyce Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excuses have you been using to keep you from reaching your life's dreams and desires?  Why not make a commitment today to quit making excuses, and just do it!  Start with one area in your life you want to change today and conquer that, and then move on to others.  I'd love to hear what you are working on!  No Excuses! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna &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/6157722081943356759-4538292166401306309?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4538292166401306309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-your-excuse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4538292166401306309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4538292166401306309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-your-excuse.html' title='What&apos;s Your Excuse?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S8TL8E0LzyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FyAXrp8PzcE/s72-c/noexcuses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7285249374180332790</id><published>2010-03-02T20:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:44:41.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S5b5PZhgnzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/r_EhxrvmCXs/s1600-h/st.patricks-dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S5b5PZhgnzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/r_EhxrvmCXs/s320/st.patricks-dog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814842295983922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S43SkPHU9JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Nest36ifiNY/s1600-h/HappyStPats.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 40px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S43SkPHU9JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Nest36ifiNY/s320/HappyStPats.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444239044535186578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;March 17th is St. Patrick's Day.  It is a holiday named after the Irish patron, Saint Patrick.  St. Patrick was actually born, Maewyn Succat, in Scotland or Wales to a Roman-British army officer.  When he was just 6 years old, he and other young lads were kidnapped by pirates and sold into slavery in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was twelve years old, he had a dream of seeing God and was directed by God to escape in a ship.  He went to Britain and then France. There he joined a monastery and studied for the next twelve years of his life.  Later on in life, he became a bishop and felt he was being called to Ireland to tell them about God.  At that time Ireland's population was mostly Pagan.  He spent the next twenty years of his life in Ireland.  I found that Patrick used the Shamrock Leaf with its three leaves to explain to the Irish people the Trinity of God, (Father, Son, Holy  Spirit).   That, I think is interesting because the Shamrock leaf was an ancient symbol for the triple goddess, Brigit.  It is legend that St. Patrick drove all the venomous snakes from the land and into the sea.  But most likely it is a metaphor of driving the pagans out of Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred years after St. Patrick arrived, Ireland had become completely Christianized.  He died March 17th, 461. This is the day commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since.  St. Patrick's Day has evolved into more of a secular holiday to celebrate the Irish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other icons of St. Patrick's Day are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leprechaun-Celtic Fairy- also known as male aged pygmy, intoxicated shoemakers who are guardians of ancient treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Green-Symbolic for Ireland's nickname, "The Emerald Isle", because the grass on the hills of Ireland is extremely green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blarney Stone-Kissing the stone is to bring the gift of persuasive expression. This stone is set in the wall of an Irish castle tower in the village of Blarney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corned Beef &amp;amp; Cabbage-Cabbage is a traditional vegetable of the Irish and corned beef was used at the turn of the century  to make this traditional dish.  Originally bacon was used,  but the Irish immigrants of New York found that substituting the Corned Beef was more cost effective for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7285249374180332790?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7285249374180332790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7285249374180332790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7285249374180332790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S5b5PZhgnzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/r_EhxrvmCXs/s72-c/st.patricks-dog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-2623739758802043359</id><published>2010-02-11T12:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:51:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Climb, But The View is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know if you have heard this song before or not, but I was listening to it yesterday and thought the words were so good.  I then saw that my daughter had posted the words on her Facebook, so it was double confirmation that I should share them with you today.  Sometimes we can get so focused on reaching (or not reaching) our goals, that we forget how much we are growing in the process!  I hope this encourages you to focus on the climb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3RezYj4GRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TuDnWfh-An8/s1600-h/19972_1351249018707_1155820247_1409258_2391121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3RezYj4GRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TuDnWfh-An8/s320/19972_1351249018707_1155820247_1409258_2391121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437074887002298642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-2623739758802043359?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2623739758802043359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-climb-but-view-is-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2623739758802043359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2623739758802043359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-climb-but-view-is-great.html' title='Life&apos;s a Climb, But The View is Great!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3RezYj4GRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TuDnWfh-An8/s72-c/19972_1351249018707_1155820247_1409258_2391121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-3277987109809341495</id><published>2010-02-02T13:53:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:01:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                        &lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.wrensworld.com/successtop.jpg" alt="Hi! You are viewing an inspirational poem from Wren's City Nest.  We hope you will enjoy your time spent here, and will also visit other branches of WrensWorld.com.  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      With every task and every plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Success is speaking words of praise&lt;br /&gt;       And cheering other people's ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's silence when your speech would hurt,&lt;br /&gt;       Politeness when your neighbor's curt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's deafness when the scandal flows&lt;br /&gt;       And sympathy with another's woes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/catbfly.gif" border="0" height="105" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's loyalty when duty calls&lt;br /&gt;       And courage when disaster falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's politeness when the hours are long,&lt;br /&gt;       It's found in laughter and in song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's in the silent time of prayer&lt;br /&gt;       And in happiness and in despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In all of life and nothing less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;             We find the thing we call success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/successhat.jpg" border="0" height="85" width="139" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/catbflyrht.gif" alt="A very cute kitten is charmed by a butterfly." border="0" height="105" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-3277987109809341495?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3277987109809341495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3277987109809341495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3277987109809341495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1544013592518008579</id><published>2010-02-02T11:08:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:03:11.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3GrYfaSYBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T9ahjJCfblM/s1600-h/val37.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3GrYfaSYBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T9ahjJCfblM/s320/val37.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314662449864722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Valentine Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I said a Valentine prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;and asked the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;to fill your heart and bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;With the precious gift of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I asked Him for sincere love&lt;br /&gt;The kind that's meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;Just like the generous love&lt;br /&gt;You give to those you touch each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I prayed for love from family&lt;br /&gt;And from every cherished friend&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked the Lord to give you&lt;br /&gt;His love that knows no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love is patient,&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It bears all things,&lt;br /&gt;Believes all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hopes all things,&lt;br /&gt;Endures all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4,7,8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/center&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3GsC06O8aI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CH5NnWIUXxw/s1600-h/val72.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3GsC06O8aI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CH5NnWIUXxw/s320/val72.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315389775507874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;to All of My Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.llerrah.com/images/heartsnow.gif" border="0" height="12" width="13" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.llerrah.com/images/heartsnow2.gif" border="0" height="12" width="13" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.llerrah.com/images/heartsnow3.gif" border="0" height="12" width="13" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-1544013592518008579?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1544013592518008579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-prayer-i-said-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1544013592518008579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1544013592518008579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-prayer-i-said-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S3GrYfaSYBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T9ahjJCfblM/s72-c/val37.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4460362803117828425</id><published>2010-01-12T09:41:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:24:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Doing To Nourish Your Soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S04APLe7Q0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/NYY-GKF6CAY/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S04APLe7Q0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/NYY-GKF6CAY/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426274861808567106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a very stressful, fast paced world.  What happened to the days when you worked all day, and then sat on the porch at night to watch the kids play or read a good book?  It seems like those days are behind us.  Most moms and dads have such hectic schedules that it is hard to find time to to anything but work all the time.  And many of them are working 2-3  jobs, just to make ends meet.  Our kids are even stressed to the max with competitive sports, test deadlines, and technology every place they turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society that is quickly becoming burned out!  Health issues of every kind plague us, simply because we are not taking time out to nourish our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to nourish your soul?  Well it could look differently for each one of us.  Think of what your favorite thing to do is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;*Having coffee with a friend&lt;br /&gt;*Taking a walk&lt;br /&gt;*Doing something artistic like painting or scrapbooking?&lt;br /&gt;*Getting a massage or manicure?&lt;br /&gt;*For you guys it might mean watching a football game, or golfing!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the ultimate is getting away to the mountains for a hike or retreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be any number of things, but if you are not taking time to nourish your soul, and are always giving, giving, giving, I can guarantee you WILL burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life need balance.  Including you.  I challenge you to do one thing each day to nourish your soul.  I can guarantee you will be a better mom or dad, business person, husband, wife, etc. because of it.  Start today!  And let me know...What Did You Do to Nourish Your Soul Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-4460362803117828425?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4460362803117828425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-are-you-doing-to-nourish-your-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4460362803117828425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4460362803117828425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-are-you-doing-to-nourish-your-soul.html' title='What Are You Doing To Nourish Your Soul?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/S04APLe7Q0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/NYY-GKF6CAY/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8647361090123556046</id><published>2009-12-31T10:44:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:09:49.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Upward in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzzoZ6d4-KI/AAAAAAAAATY/tjGPOermyvg/s1600-h/P1000027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzzoZ6d4-KI/AAAAAAAAATY/tjGPOermyvg/s320/P1000027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421463583336233122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still upward be your onward course:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For this I pray today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still upward as the years go by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seasons pass away.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still upward in this coming year,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your path is all untried;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still upward may you journey on,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close by your Saviour's side&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still upward although sorrows come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And trials crush your heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still upward may they draw your soul,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christ to walk apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still upward till the day shall break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shadows all have flown;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sill upward till in Heaven you wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And stand before the Throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Taken from Streams in the Desert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Not many of us are living at our best.  We linger in the lowlands because we are afraid to climb the mountain.  The steepness and ruggedness discourage us, so we stay in the mist of the valleys and never learn the mystery of the hills.  We do not know what is lost by our self-indulgence, what glory awaits if we only have the courage to climb, or what blessings, we will find if we will only ascend the mountains of God!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you have the courage in 2010 to climb your mountain, whatever that may be for you!  And remember, you do not have to do it alone!  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolve to never give up and never give in in 2010!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&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/6157722081943356759-8647361090123556046?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8647361090123556046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-upward-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8647361090123556046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8647361090123556046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-upward-in-2010.html' title='Still Upward in 2010'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzzoZ6d4-KI/AAAAAAAAATY/tjGPOermyvg/s72-c/P1000027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4823900777211569642</id><published>2009-12-22T07:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:48:03.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzDcDQDpAvI/AAAAAAAAATI/doDjkty8Iqg/s1600-h/smallhollymerrychristmas.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzDcDQDpAvI/AAAAAAAAATI/doDjkty8Iqg/s320/smallhollymerrychristmas.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418072300134662898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www.our.homewithgod.com/mkcathy/MerryChristmas/monthbeforeheader.gif" alt="A Month Before Christmas" border="0" height="90" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 'Twas the month before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;When all through our land,&lt;br /&gt;Not a Christian was praying&lt;br /&gt;Nor taking a stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See the PC Police had taken away,&lt;br /&gt;The reason for Christmas ... No one could say.&lt;br /&gt;The children were told by their schools not to sing,&lt;br /&gt;About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say&lt;br /&gt;December 25th is just a "Holiday."&lt;br /&gt;Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CDs from Madonna, an X-BOX, an I-pod&lt;br /&gt;Something was changing, something quite odd!&lt;br /&gt;Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa&lt;br /&gt;In hopes to sell books by Franken and Fonda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Targets were hanging their trees upside down&lt;br /&gt;At Lowe's the word Christmas was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears&lt;br /&gt;You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-is-ty&lt;br /&gt;Are words that were used to intimidate me.&lt;br /&gt;Now Daschle, Now Durbin, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen&lt;br /&gt;On Boxer, on Reed, on Kerry, on Clinton! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.&lt;br /&gt;And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the season, stopped before it started.&lt;br /&gt;So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream Tree"&lt;br /&gt;Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Choose your words carefully, choose what you say ...&lt;br /&gt;Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ author unknown ~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6157722081943356759-4823900777211569642?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4823900777211569642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-month-before-christmas-when-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4823900777211569642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4823900777211569642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-month-before-christmas-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SzDcDQDpAvI/AAAAAAAAATI/doDjkty8Iqg/s72-c/smallhollymerrychristmas.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-2065935135033607658</id><published>2009-12-05T11:56:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:46:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Possible to Have Peace On Earth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sxq293BPFsI/AAAAAAAAASg/R8MncfUADJc/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sxq293BPFsI/AAAAAAAAASg/R8MncfUADJc/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839076096480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sitting in my living room and enjoying a very peaceful, quiet morning with my cup of coffee and the Christmas lights sparkling so beautifully.  I treasure these quiet moments, as I know they are few and far between, but am always reminded of the scripture that says "Be still and know that I am God."  Psalm 46:10&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about Christmas, and everyone wanting peace on earth, I somehow think that the only way for that to happen is to start with peace in our own hearts and homes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in such a high paced, stressful, chaotic world today, that it is hard to find time to just sit and be still.  We are so used to technology filling every part of our day, from the computer, to the TV, to our cell phones, never a moment to ourselves.  We drop into bed exhausted at night, only to start the process all over again the next day.  Certainly not a feeling of peace and contentment.  Our lives can so quickly get out of balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I challenge you this Christmas Season to take time to sit and be still.  Take time to think about your year and what you have accomplished, or what you may want to change for the new year.  Take time to reflect upon the goodness of what God has done in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning I came across a site online containing the meanings of names, so thought I would check out what my name meant.  I have seen different versions of the meaning of my name, but it really touched me as I read it again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaning of Janna ~Yaweh is gracious~Yaweh is merciful&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly so true, and a great reminder to me of all the the Lord has done in my life.  He has been so gracious to me, and so merciful as well.  I am so grateful that I know Him as Lord and Savior of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I would be today if it wasn't for His mercy and graciousness every day in my life.  And the peace that He gives me, doesn't compare to anything else this world can offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are struggling with inner peace this season, I invite you to come to know the only one who can give true peace.  The only one that this Season is all about.  The only one that can truly make you content.  Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sxq4cLt8Y1I/AAAAAAAAASo/OXlE-jlZWgY/s1600-h/christmas04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sxq4cLt8Y1I/AAAAAAAAASo/OXlE-jlZWgY/s320/christmas04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411840696560411474" 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/6157722081943356759-2065935135033607658?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2065935135033607658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-possible-to-have-peace-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2065935135033607658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2065935135033607658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-possible-to-have-peace-on-earth.html' title='Is it Possible to Have Peace On Earth?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sxq293BPFsI/AAAAAAAAASg/R8MncfUADJc/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8595047728523682913</id><published>2009-11-23T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:53:07.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Proclamation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq94VwX5VI/AAAAAAAAASA/EkhC7xxVufs/s1600/First+Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq94VwX5VI/AAAAAAAAASA/EkhC7xxVufs/s320/First+Thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343078222062930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving       Proclamation&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle, or the ship; the axe had enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt; * &lt;small&gt;from the collection of Lincoln's papers in the Library of America series, Vol II, pp. 520-521&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8595047728523682913?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8595047728523682913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/abraham-lincolns-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8595047728523682913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8595047728523682913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/abraham-lincolns-thanksgiving.html' title='Abraham Lincoln&apos;s Thanksgiving Proclamation'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq94VwX5VI/AAAAAAAAASA/EkhC7xxVufs/s72-c/First+Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-9062647445158701797</id><published>2009-11-23T09:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:45:09.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Proclamations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq73mvMUsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cehvT3ZoI80/s1600/bounty_bar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq73mvMUsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cehvT3ZoI80/s320/bounty_bar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407340866577388226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Washington's 1789 Thanksgiving Proclamation       &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Whereas it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor; and Whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted' for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have show kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Given under my hand, at the city of New York, the 3d dy of October, A.D. 1789.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (signed) G. Washington&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&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/6157722081943356759-9062647445158701797?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9062647445158701797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-proclamations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9062647445158701797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9062647445158701797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-proclamations.html' title='Thanksgiving Proclamations'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Swq73mvMUsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cehvT3ZoI80/s72-c/bounty_bar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1519606614286669059</id><published>2009-11-08T18:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:04:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd2EJ6HFrI/AAAAAAAAARY/LfxYmTcP62s/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd2EJ6HFrI/AAAAAAAAARY/LfxYmTcP62s/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401916091805406898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the time of year that we all reflect upon what we are thankful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't have to think too long before realizing how truly blessed I am.  I am so very grateful for my family, my home, my business, and all the wonderful people I am privileged to work with day in and day out.  I am also  thankful for so many friends who I learn from every day, and who I pray learn from me as well.  I am also grateful for the grace and mercy of a great God, who daily makes His presence known to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here are a couple of Thanksgiving Poems I came across, and thought I would share with you today.  I pray you too, have much to be thankful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd399UonZI/AAAAAAAAARg/QC0xB_xvKi0/s1600-h/thanksgiving-bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd399UonZI/AAAAAAAAARg/QC0xB_xvKi0/s320/thanksgiving-bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401918184371035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE THANKFUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful that you don't already have everything you         desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      If you did, what would there be to look forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful when you don't know something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful for the difficult times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      During those times you grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful for your limitations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful for each new challenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      because it will build your strength and character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful for your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Be thankful when you're tired and weary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      because it means you've made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      It's easy to be thankful for the good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      are also thankful for the setbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      and they can become your blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      ~~Author Unknown.~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd4ZTuuWMI/AAAAAAAAARo/cPVtkhKudRs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving2004_wp3-889454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd4ZTuuWMI/AAAAAAAAARo/cPVtkhKudRs/s320/Thanksgiving2004_wp3-889454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401918654242511042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW TO OBSERVE THANKSGIVING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your blessings instead of your crosses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your gains instead of your losses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your joys instead of your woes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your friends instead of your foes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your smiles instead of your tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your courage instead of your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your full years instead of your lean;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count your health instead of your wealth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      Count on God instead of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      ~~Author Unknown.~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#6c0000;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-1519606614286669059?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1519606614286669059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1519606614286669059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1519606614286669059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Svd2EJ6HFrI/AAAAAAAAARY/LfxYmTcP62s/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-312457716434735520</id><published>2009-09-15T12:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:35:06.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Favorite Time of Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sq_cuYuKBTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-55lZ8A-wRQ/s1600-h/Happy+Fall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sq_cuYuKBTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-55lZ8A-wRQ/s320/Happy+Fall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381762769199170866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mine is definitely fall. I love the crisp cool air, the leaves turning gold, and the anticipation of holidays!  Some of my favorite activities this time of year are:   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a drive up to the mountains to see the Aspen trees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a trip to Happy Apple Orchard to pick blackberries, raspberries, pumpkins, and apples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Going to Estes Park to hear the elk bugle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Having our annual Great Pumpkin Dinner (a tradition we started years ago)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Hiking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner with Friends and Family &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a few moments to plan some fun things in your fall that you can do with your friends and family.  Life can get so busy, that we miss all of the beauty around us that God created and intended for us to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'd love to hear what your favorite fall activities are and what you are planning to do to make it special!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sq_eDHRbpLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NVJU8W6Dg-U/s1600-h/autumn_house.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sq_eDHRbpLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NVJU8W6Dg-U/s320/autumn_house.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381764224804168882" 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/6157722081943356759-312457716434735520?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/312457716434735520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-favorite-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/312457716434735520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/312457716434735520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='What&apos;s Your Favorite Time of Year?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sq_cuYuKBTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-55lZ8A-wRQ/s72-c/Happy+Fall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-5975725476019593761</id><published>2009-07-09T06:13:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:59:29.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Father's House Are Many Mansions...I Hope Mine's Next to Yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXk6ZMPncI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gk-22CfLDfg/s1600-h/DSCF2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXk6ZMPncI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gk-22CfLDfg/s320/DSCF2480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356439023672860098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how great is Your goodness which you have laid up for those who fear You.  Which You have prepared for those who trust in You!  Psalm 31:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXi4YbBOZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sdqYjHXO8eg/s1600-h/DSCF2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXi4YbBOZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sdqYjHXO8eg/s320/DSCF2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356436790083402130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and I have had the privilege of taking a much needed vacation this week, and it has been so refreshing!  Yesterday we took a hike up to Lily Pond, and I wanted to share some of the gorgeous beauty that we saw with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXjrUFhQgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MaPX3Kz4wVQ/s1600-h/DSCF2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXjrUFhQgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MaPX3Kz4wVQ/s320/DSCF2481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356437665092813314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wild flowers were absolutely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXnEiR9bQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gyMf1nk16K8/s1600-h/DSCF2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXnEiR9bQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gyMf1nk16K8/s320/DSCF2451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441396934700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was wonderful to have time just to reflect upon God's goodness and beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXkX7LYalI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DbKxy8e_ztU/s1600-h/DSCF2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXkX7LYalI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DbKxy8e_ztU/s320/DSCF2474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356438431500626514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We talked a lot about what heaven is going to be like.  With all of the beauty and creativity that God has surrounded us with here, it still is nothing compared to what it will be like when we are in heaven with Him one day. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXmu7Xo8CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kdsrqMq0_Z0/s1600-h/DSCF2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXmu7Xo8CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kdsrqMq0_Z0/s320/DSCF2489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441025712287778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you.  I go to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also."  John 14: 1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Father's house are many mansions....I hope mine's next to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-5975725476019593761?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5975725476019593761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-my-fathers-house-are-many-mansionsi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/5975725476019593761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/5975725476019593761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-my-fathers-house-are-many-mansionsi.html' title='In My Father&apos;s House Are Many Mansions...I Hope Mine&apos;s Next to Yours!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SlXk6ZMPncI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gk-22CfLDfg/s72-c/DSCF2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-6904594202754490366</id><published>2009-06-23T10:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:55:23.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will It Ever Get Done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SkEInv_UqbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vOzMasr5ZJY/s1600-h/Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SkEInv_UqbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vOzMasr5ZJY/s320/Walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567311282842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while since my last Blog post, but we have been in the middle of painting this month, and it seems like it will never end.  Have you ever taken on a project that seemed like such a great idea, and once you got into it, you realized it was going to be much more involved and take much longer than you originally expected?  Well that's exactly what's happened with this...but the end result has been well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is that way.  We go along, and do the same things day in and day out, striving to reach some sort of accomplishment...whether it is raising our children, or working hard at our jobs or businesses, nurturing our marriages or even our relationship with God.  Somehow we are always anxious to reach the end result, so that is what we focus on, instead of focusing on the journey it takes to reach those results.  In doing so, we may miss many important lessons along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to make the most of each day.   Instead of being so intent on the end result,  I am pausing to see what I can learn and grow in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.  We miss too many opportunities if we are always focused on the end result, and sometimes we don't even pause to hear what God is saying to us right now, because we are too busy planning the next big event or activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is certainly a journey...but don't miss out on the journey by being too focused on the destination.  God's more interested in what you are learning on the journey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; your destination and the character that you are developing along the way.&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/6157722081943356759-6904594202754490366?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6904594202754490366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-it-ever-get-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6904594202754490366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6904594202754490366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-it-ever-get-done.html' title='Will It Ever Get Done?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SkEInv_UqbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vOzMasr5ZJY/s72-c/Walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-2940764296766871046</id><published>2009-05-22T09:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:28:39.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why "TAPS" is Played</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/ShbEQaFcdrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i8vtqwn9kRk/s1600-h/buglephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/ShbEQaFcdrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i8vtqwn9kRk/s320/buglephoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670194453411506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which Taps was played; this brings out a new meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something Every American should know...but most don't, until they read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps". It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil  War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia .  The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field.  Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock.  In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier.  It was his own son.  The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out.  Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status.  His request was only partially granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.  The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.  But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain chose a bugler.  He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.  This wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haunting melody, we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day is done ... Gone the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lakes ... From the hills ...&lt;br /&gt;From the sky .. All is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely rest .. God is nigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading light .. Dims the sight ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a star ... Gems the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming bright from afar ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing nigh. Falls the night.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and praise ... For our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neath the sun ... Neath the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neath the sky. As we go&lt;br /&gt;This we know .. God is nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have felt chills while listening to "Taps" but I have never seen all the words to the song until now.  I didn't even know there was more than one verse.  I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either, so I thought I'd pass it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those lost and harmed while serving their country and also those presently serving in the Armed Forces.  Please remember to pray for our soldiers this weekend and for the families who have sacrificed loved ones for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-2940764296766871046?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2940764296766871046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-taps-is-played.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2940764296766871046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2940764296766871046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-taps-is-played.html' title='Why &quot;TAPS&quot; is Played'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/ShbEQaFcdrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i8vtqwn9kRk/s72-c/buglephoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-3413395487056349399</id><published>2009-05-08T14:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:33:40.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to The Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;MOM- What Are You Doing to Get Back to Basics?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Darla Shine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSQqpIYaOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DF4l-xFUBPc/s1600-h/mothers_day_gifts_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSQqpIYaOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DF4l-xFUBPc/s320/mothers_day_gifts_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546920983423202" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back home. Get back in the kitchen. Play with your children. Pray with your family. Entertain. Invite friends and family over. Bring back Sunday family dinners. Spend less. Cook more. Buy on sale. Use coupons. Make more from scratch. Be creative with leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSRIGZFs9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/9xAYE4BXj7k/s1600-h/DSCF0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSRIGZFs9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/9xAYE4BXj7k/s320/DSCF0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333547427054334930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang your laundry on a line. Iced tea on the porch. Lemonade stands. Longer skirts. Less Diva. More classic. Less cleavage. Thank you notes. A call to say  hello. Take up a hobby. Talk to your neighbor. Bake an apple pie. Help an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to make preserves. Go to Church on Sunday. Scrub your floor on your hands and knees. Go bike riding. Take long walks with your hubby hand in hand. Eat more nuts and berries. Eat less. Volunteer. Plant a tree. Take your children to a farm. Pick your own strawberries. Go fishing. Go camping. Shut off the air conditioning and open the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSSkJZv5eI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m4NvvlmIrEc/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSSkJZv5eI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m4NvvlmIrEc/s320/church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333549008410371554" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach your children to waltz and cha-cha. Make a roast.  Wear an apron. Wear lipstick and high heals. Shut off the TV. Read a book. Play scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a milk bath. Say hello to the cashier. Talk to the butcher. Take omega 3 instead of antidepressants. Sell your pie. Faux paint a dresser. Use egg yolk for a facial. Drive less. Book your children less. Save more. Stop using credit cards. Go green. Try alternative healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doyourpartshopsmart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSTywI44SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PKJXASxu-iY/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333550358838436130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;Be a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;Contribute to your community.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Darla Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-3413395487056349399?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3413395487056349399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3413395487056349399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3413395487056349399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to The Basics'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgSQqpIYaOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DF4l-xFUBPc/s72-c/mothers_day_gifts_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-257950170380897793</id><published>2009-05-08T10:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:15:07.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgRaWkumFmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vd1Ftknsczk/s1600-h/mothers-day-0056.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgRaWkumFmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vd1Ftknsczk/s320/mothers-day-0056.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333487202576242274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 Things My Mother Taught Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE&lt;br /&gt;'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;'You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL&lt;br /&gt;'If you don't straighten up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC&lt;br /&gt;' Because I said so, that's why.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My mother taught me MORE LOGIC&lt;br /&gt;'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck,&lt;br /&gt;you're not going to the store with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT .&lt;br /&gt;'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY&lt;br /&gt;'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS&lt;br /&gt;'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM&lt;br /&gt;'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. . My mother taught me about STAMINA&lt;br /&gt;'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER&lt;br /&gt;'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY&lt;br /&gt;'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE&lt;br /&gt;'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION&lt;br /&gt;'Stop a acting like your father!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY&lt;br /&gt;'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world&lt;br /&gt;who don' t have wonderful parents like you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION&lt;br /&gt;'Just wait until we get home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING&lt;br /&gt;'You are going to get it when you get home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP&lt;br /&gt;'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT&lt;br /&gt;'If you don't e at your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS&lt;br /&gt;'You're just like your father.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  My mother taught me about my ROOTS&lt;br /&gt;'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.My mother taught me WISDOM&lt;br /&gt;'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite:  My mother taught me about JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-257950170380897793?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/257950170380897793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-things-my-mother-taught-me-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/257950170380897793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/257950170380897793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-things-my-mother-taught-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgRaWkumFmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vd1Ftknsczk/s72-c/mothers-day-0056.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-5825690750549004353</id><published>2009-05-06T08:29:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:19:31.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgGnrQS0TCI/AAAAAAAAANo/enUi7w3plrg/s1600-h/Lakita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgGnrQS0TCI/AAAAAAAAANo/enUi7w3plrg/s320/Lakita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332727795333483554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Okay, so I have to tell you my puppy story!  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I posted a story a couple of weeks ago about my puppy Providence that I got about 2 years ago.  I absolutely loved that puppy, and my heart was broken when he developed a post reaction to his vaccine shot, and started going into seizures.  2 days later he passed away.  It has taken me 2 years to build up the courage to get another puppy, and after much prayer and consideration, my husband and I decided that now was a good time.  It always amazes me how God cares about every single detail of our lives.  I have to tell you our story.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been looking for about 4 months for a puppy, and I have done tons of research trying to decide what that right breed would be for us.  I was drawn to the Siberian Husky, and really wanted a dog that I could take out on the trails hiking, and that loved to be outdoors.  I had checked out some books from the library on Siberian Huskies to read up on them.   One night we were watching a movie and there was a girl in the movie named Lakita.  I told my husband, Dave, that if we get a Husky, I wanted to name her Lakita, having no idea what it meant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about a week later, I was looking at puppies on craigslist, and there was an ad for a 6 month old Siberian Husky puppy that was a stray.  She had jumped into the yard of this family.  At first they didn't feed her, thinking she would return home, but she kept hanging around.  One day, to their surprise, she discovered their doggy door, and they found her in the house.  From then on they took her in, and tried everything to find the original owners, but no one came forward to claim her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;After several weeks, they decided it was time to find her a good home.  They would have loved to keep her, but they had just gotten a new puppy from the pound, and their other dog had just had 8 pups.  (That's a lot of dogs! LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really felt like she needed more individual attention than they could give her, so they went on a mission to find her a good home. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;They received over 75 emails from people responding to their ad!  She emailed me back and forth for about 2 weeks, and finally decided that out of all of the people she had interviewed, she felt our family would be the best fit for her.  She even said that if we took her home, and things just didn't work out, that we could bring her back.  She sent me a picture of her, and of course I fell in love with her right away!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to get online and look up the name Lakita to see what it meant, as that is what I wanted her name to be.  When I checked it out, my eyes got real big, and my husband said..."what's wrong?"  I said, "you'll never guess what Lakita means."  He said "what?  I said "found treasure."  There couldn't have been a more perfect name for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well 2 weeks ago today we brought Lakita home, and she has been such a joy to all of us already.  She has a very sweet personality, and I have loved taking her out walking and hiking.  She is doing obedience classes, and has learned so much already!  We have definitely adopted her as part of our family, and look forward to many years ahead of companionship and good times with her.  She is truly our "found treasure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgGpwUmsJDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/v4z2fatC7P8/s1600-h/DSCF2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgGpwUmsJDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/v4z2fatC7P8/s320/DSCF2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332730081413178418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-5825690750549004353?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5825690750549004353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/lakita.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/5825690750549004353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/5825690750549004353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/05/lakita.html' title='Lakita'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SgGnrQS0TCI/AAAAAAAAANo/enUi7w3plrg/s72-c/Lakita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8779693920506005977</id><published>2009-04-28T15:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:09:59.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SfdyAXOWyQI/AAAAAAAAANg/pLvFtWN50HE/s1600-h/FlowerShowers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SfdyAXOWyQI/AAAAAAAAANg/pLvFtWN50HE/s320/FlowerShowers.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329854034576066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This morning when I got up, it was raining, and it made me reflect on the results that rain can bring in our lives.  We have had a pretty dry winter here (except for this month), and it's amazing how green things become in such a short time, with just a little rain or snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my new puppy out for a walk in the rain.  She wasn't too sure about that at first, but she soon got used to it and was exploring everything along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are feeling a bit dry spiritually, physically or mentally.  Maybe things in your life aren't going the way you had planned.  Why don't you take some time to soak in the rain of God's many blessings in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few ideas that won't cost you a dime, but will refresh you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Read the Bible&lt;br /&gt;*Take a walk and enjoy God's creation along the way&lt;br /&gt;*Take a much needed nap (turn off the phone)&lt;br /&gt;*Take a hot bath&lt;br /&gt;*Read a book&lt;br /&gt;*Watch a good movie&lt;br /&gt;*Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain brings new growth, and it cleans and refreshes. We all need to be restored from time to time, and in fact I have learned that the more often I take time to be refreshed, the more energy I have to give to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What did YOU do today to nourish your soul?  I'd love to hear about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8779693920506005977?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8779693920506005977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8779693920506005977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8779693920506005977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it Rain'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SfdyAXOWyQI/AAAAAAAAANg/pLvFtWN50HE/s72-c/FlowerShowers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-3788060334534730772</id><published>2009-04-13T14:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:36:35.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOhor_e5tI/AAAAAAAAANY/AHZpNqgEf1Y/s1600-h/DSCF0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOhor_e5tI/AAAAAAAAANY/AHZpNqgEf1Y/s320/DSCF0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276904857888466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY PUPPY PROVIDENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have always been a dog lover, and have been trying to decide recently whether to get another puppy or not.  I lost my precious little puppy (above) about a year and a half ago, and it broke my heart.    I have always loved dogs, and in fact keep going to check out all of the puppies each week at Pet's Mart.  This is such a touching story!  Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky Dog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgM7DMCzI/AAAAAAAAANA/iaxekJ5ZLy4/s1600-h/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgM7DMCzI/AAAAAAAAANA/iaxekJ5ZLy4/s400/Unknown.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275328351996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgcWvCxdI/AAAAAAAAANI/9blvrfntNmI/s1600-h/Unknown-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgcWvCxdI/AAAAAAAAANI/9blvrfntNmI/s400/Unknown-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275593481733586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact; she was just sure it was fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.  The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him!  The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.  Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.  It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong.  She couldn't move her head and her body f felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!  While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.&lt;br /&gt;He had covered her with his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary forgot about dying.  Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgzRU-4kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_6243MCLxj8/s1600-h/Unknown-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOgzRU-4kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_6243MCLxj8/s400/Unknown-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275987167240770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember....live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God. And never forget....the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most Credentials, the most money, or the most awards.  They are the ones that care for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours! Live simply. Love seriously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-3788060334534730772?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3788060334534730772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-puppy-providence-i-have-always-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3788060334534730772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/3788060334534730772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-puppy-providence-i-have-always-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeOhor_e5tI/AAAAAAAAANY/AHZpNqgEf1Y/s72-c/DSCF0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-6354020566757390751</id><published>2009-04-11T06:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:58:52.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Berries on a Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeCTZqCIhPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a3E31NnE5D8/s1600-h/124315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeCTZqCIhPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a3E31NnE5D8/s400/124315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323416828541175026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every Easter our traditional family dessert is Cherry Berries on a Cloud.  It is soooo yummy!  Here is the recipe in case you want to try it for your family!  Enjoy, and Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherry Berries on a Cloud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INGREDIENTS                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     6 egg whites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 3/4 cups sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     FILLING:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     2 (3 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 cup sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     2 cups heavy whipping cream, whipped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     2 cups miniature marshmallows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     TOPPING:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 (21 ounce) can cherry pie filling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     2 cups sliced fresh strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 teaspoon lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                    &lt;!-- tool box --&gt;                                                                                 &lt;!-- DIRECTIONS --&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; In a mixing bowl, beat egg whites, cream of tartar and salt until foamy. Gradually add sugar, 1 tablespoon at a time, beating on high until stiff peaks form (do not underbeat). Spread evenly in a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pan. Bake at 275 degrees F for 1 hour; turn off oven (do not open door). Let cool in oven overnight or at least 12 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Beat cream cheese, sugar and vanilla until smooth; gently fold in whipped cream and marshmallows. Spread over meringue. Chill for 4 hours. Cut into 16 pieces. Combine topping ingredients; spoon 1/4 cup over each serving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/6157722081943356759-6354020566757390751?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6354020566757390751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-berries-on-cloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6354020566757390751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6354020566757390751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-berries-on-cloud.html' title='Cherry Berries on a Cloud'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SeCTZqCIhPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a3E31NnE5D8/s72-c/124315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7308602642418726372</id><published>2009-04-08T14:23:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:03:17.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/eaststorymfjc.jpg" border="0" height="198" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sd0JIsM1KGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pywNEEUu-IY/s1600-h/2348035396_639720bf37_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE EASTER STORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From             the garden of Gethsemane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Where             Jesus knelt to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To             the betrayal done by Judas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On             that grim and fatal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From             the mighty hands of Pilate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who             wished to let Him be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To             the noble priests and leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who             refused to set Him free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From             the crown of thorns upon His head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And             lash marks from a strap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To             the weight of such a heavy cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Placed             there upon His back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;             &lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/eaststoryjccross.jpg" border="0" height="99" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;             &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the thief who hung beside Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Crying,             “Lord, remember me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the gentle words of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“Today,             you’ll be with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the darkness of the noon time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             He died upon the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the earth that shook and trembled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In             response to such a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the cheering cries of soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             they took His body down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the caring hands of Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A             follower new in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the tomb where He was laid to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In             linen cloth of white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the guards who had to stand close by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Throughout             both day and night.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;             &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/eaststorymftomb.jpg" border="0" height="122" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the stone that blocked the entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             it gently rolled away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the miracle that happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On             that third and final day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the baffled look of soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             they peered into the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the startled face of Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When             she found an empty tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the strange events that happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             the guards all turned and fled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the words that came from angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“He             has risen from the dead.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/eaststorymfmary.jpg" border="0" height="193" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the frightened eyes of Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             she swiftly left that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the light that flowed from Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When             she saw Him face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the doubt of His disciples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When             she spoke of resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the fear upon their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As             He walked in their direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the written word of scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He             fulfilled in prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the eleven who had gathered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On             a hill in Galilee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the words that had been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before             He went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             His ascension into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where             He lives this very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrensworld.com/eaststorymfbible.jpg" border="0" height="116" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the Bible on the mantel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tis             the words you need to heed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             find wisdom in its pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And             a light to sow a seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the death and resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of             the one we hold so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To             the coming of His spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now             that Easter time is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From             the colored eggs and candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And             an orchid trimmed in blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;To             the truth found there in scripture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;             &lt;span style=""&gt;Christ             Jesus died for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Marilyn Fergason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7308602642418726372?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7308602642418726372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7308602642418726372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7308602642418726372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-story.html' title='The Easter Story'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8960732374945350887</id><published>2009-04-08T13:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:50:56.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sd0AZKnBzUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ua-IZLR6YZ4/s1600-h/goodfriday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sd0AZKnBzUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ua-IZLR6YZ4/s320/goodfriday-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322410766966574402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year when we take time out of our busy schedules to reflect on the sacrifice that Jesus made in our place, so that we could be set free from our sin.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; I have been reading the story of the crucifixion in Matthew this week, and every time I read about what Jesus did for me, I am truly humbled by it.  To think that Jesus took my place on the cross to pay for the price of my sin, is hard to fathom.  And yet it is true.  There is absolutely nothing I have to do to earn my way to heaven.  The price has already been paid!  He can't love me anymore than He already does!  All I had to do was accept His gift to me.  Am I perfect?  Not by any means.  But I am forgiven and have been set free to become the person that God intended me to be.  You can be too!  What is holding you in bondage today?  Do you have peace in your life? Or are you struggling from day to day, always feeling defeated, never able to gain victory in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer to Him today and turn your life over to the one who already paid the price for you!  It's so simple, yet so life changing!  Let this be a "Good Friday" for you that you will always remember.&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/6157722081943356759-8960732374945350887?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8960732374945350887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8960732374945350887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8960732374945350887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sd0AZKnBzUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ua-IZLR6YZ4/s72-c/goodfriday-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8290512285598626130</id><published>2009-04-04T06:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:09:39.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Lamb Got Suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SddNh0n31rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kmc8nXJQX9A/s1600-h/Unknown-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SddNh0n31rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kmc8nXJQX9A/s320/Unknown-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320806728218433202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mary! had a little Lamb,&lt;br /&gt;His fleece was white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere that Mary went,&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb was sure to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed her to school each day,&lt;br /&gt;T'wasn't even in the rule.&lt;br /&gt;It made the children laugh and play,&lt;br /&gt;To have a Lamb at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the rules all changed one day,&lt;br /&gt;Illegal it became;&lt;br /&gt;To bring the Lamb of God to school,&lt;br /&gt;Or even speak His Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day got worse and worse,&lt;br /&gt;And days turned into years.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hearing children laugh,&lt;br /&gt;We heard gun shots and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must we do to stop the crime,&lt;br /&gt;That's in our schools today?&lt;br /&gt;Let's let the Lamb come back to school,&lt;br /&gt;And teach our kids to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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/6157722081943356759-8290512285598626130?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8290512285598626130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/marys-lamb-got-suspended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8290512285598626130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8290512285598626130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/04/marys-lamb-got-suspended.html' title='Mary&apos;s Lamb Got Suspended'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SddNh0n31rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kmc8nXJQX9A/s72-c/Unknown-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4757737421194520424</id><published>2009-03-30T08:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:29:16.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SdDWlNH80sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vie2dNkQDFk/s1600-h/Leaf-Cutting-Ants-Photographic-Print-C12816629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SdDWlNH80sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vie2dNkQDFk/s320/Leaf-Cutting-Ants-Photographic-Print-C12816629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318987094591066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To Be Diligent at Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lowly ant demonstrates, life is a roll-up-your-sleeves proposition.  God gives you the basic ingredients you need for your daily bread, but He expects you to do the baking.  You can have lots of enthusiasm for the final product-a warm, tasty loaf of bread-but unless you are willing to do the work required to produce it, enthusiasm will not get you very far.  When it comes to the tasks that lay ahead, roll up your sleeves and get to work!  Diligent effort produces the satisfaction of a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands that work hard will rule.  But people who don’t want to work will become slaves.  Proverbs 12:24 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The plans of people who work hard succeed ~ Proverbs 21:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the diligent the week has seven todays;&lt;br /&gt;For the slothful, seven tomorrows!&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing"&lt;br /&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;taken from Everyday Insights for and Extraordinary Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6157722081943356759-4757737421194520424?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4757737421194520424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/diligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4757737421194520424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4757737421194520424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/diligence.html' title='Diligence'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SdDWlNH80sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vie2dNkQDFk/s72-c/Leaf-Cutting-Ants-Photographic-Print-C12816629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7868629021198528151</id><published>2009-03-28T17:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:47:02.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Still Small Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sc7Esqz5l-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0yPn3cdZYiI/s1600-h/Fgallery3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sc7Esqz5l-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0yPn3cdZYiI/s320/Fgallery3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318404481656395746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well it's been a while since my last post, as life keeps us all very busy.  It has now been 8 weeks since I had surgery, and I am feeling great.  God is so incredibly good and I have so much to be thankful for!  Thanks again for all of you who have kept me in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As always, the Lord continues to teach me daily to seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all other things will be given to me as well. It sounds so simple, and yet with the hectic pace that we all keep in our lives, it can be so difficult.   So many things demand our time and attention, and if we are not careful, they can crowd out our time that we spend with our Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This week I was reading in I Kings 19: 11-12 about Elijah, and how he was on the mountain listening for God, and when the winds passed by they were so strong it tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces, but the Lord was not in the wind.  Next there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  Then a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire, and finally a still small voice...that is where Elijah heard God's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How often are we all so busy with the noise of life, that we miss the still small voice of God speaking to us.  One of my favorite verses is Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God."  If we are not taking time to be still, we cannot hear that still small voice that is speaking to us prompting us to learn and become more like Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Can God speak to us through the noise of our lives?  Certainly!  But somehow I think he treasures the times when we are listening intently and hearing what He is whispering into our hearts.  The times when our focus is on no one but Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Help us Father to seek you first in all we do, every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7868629021198528151?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7868629021198528151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-small-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7868629021198528151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7868629021198528151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-small-voice.html' title='A Still Small Voice'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sc7Esqz5l-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0yPn3cdZYiI/s72-c/Fgallery3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-811573153603946977</id><published>2009-03-12T15:45:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:16:56.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sbmzw8R_JQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-yKP5FbrIso/s1600-h/Draw+Close+to+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sbmzw8R_JQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-yKP5FbrIso/s320/Draw+Close+to+God.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312474888856872194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What an amazing day and age that we live in!  Because of the technology of Facebook,  I was reconnected with a good friend of mine, that I hadn't seen since I was a teenager.  Both of our families were musical, and so we attended a music school together for several summers.   A few months ago, when he found me on Facebook, we started catching up on each others families and lives and all that God has done through the years.  Yesterday he was in Colorado, so my husband and I had the privilege of meeting with him over lunch and reminiscing about old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little did I know way back then, that he would go on to write many award winning songs for groups such as 4Him, Phillips Craig &amp;amp; Dean, Point of Grace, Larnelle Harris and more.  He has quite a story, and just had a book published about his life that released last week called "Healing In God's Time" by Donna Clark Goodrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanted to share the words to one of his songs that he had just written when I met him, and it has always been such a blessing to me.  We sang it so many times as a family, and even sang it last Thanksgiving at our family reunion.  It reminds us all to keep our eyes focused on the only thing that is truly important in this life, and that is spending time with God and getting to know Him better each day, so we can be a reflection of Him to those around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know that I've failed you Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But each time, you've always stayed true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that's why I kneel at the Cross once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And ask to draw closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer to you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Closer I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me draw closer to Your will today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't matter what others may do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to draw closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord I surrender all that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For whatever you'd have me do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've faith in your promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know that you'll show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A way to draw closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by Dave Clark&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/6157722081943356759-811573153603946977?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/811573153603946977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/closer-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/811573153603946977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/811573153603946977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/closer-to-you.html' title='Closer to You'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sbmzw8R_JQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-yKP5FbrIso/s72-c/Draw+Close+to+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7694315057463299144</id><published>2009-03-07T06:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:02:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbJ7pUHoZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZoCvIOIaEgs/s1600-h/Spring_forward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbJ7pUHoZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZoCvIOIaEgs/s320/Spring_forward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310442860328806002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick reminder to turn your clocks ahead tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daylight Saving Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;By Nancy S. Kerns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; He set the clock in the bedroom,&lt;br /&gt;But not the one on the VCR.&lt;br /&gt;I set the one on the stove,&lt;br /&gt;But not the one in the car.&lt;br /&gt;No one changed the clock&lt;br /&gt;That hangs on the kitchen wall.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we missed church.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we do better this fall.              &lt;div class="article-page-nav"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daylight Savings Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Phyllis McGinley  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spring when maple buds are red, &lt;br /&gt;We turn the Clock an hour ahead; &lt;br /&gt;Which means, each March that arrives, &lt;br /&gt;We lose an hour  &lt;br /&gt;Out of our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? When Autumn birds in flocks &lt;br /&gt;Fly southward, back we turn the Clocks, &lt;br /&gt;And so regain a lovely thing-- &lt;br /&gt;That missing hour  &lt;br /&gt;We lost last Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7694315057463299144?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7694315057463299144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight-savings-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7694315057463299144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7694315057463299144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight-savings-time.html' title='Daylight Savings Time!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbJ7pUHoZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZoCvIOIaEgs/s72-c/Spring_forward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4319228648436150221</id><published>2009-03-05T18:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:53:54.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb Til Your Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbCBccI1xdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/es3pJLWNs58/s1600-h/teachustop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbCBccI1xdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/es3pJLWNs58/s320/teachustop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886286259406290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                              &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 186, 242);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Often your tasks will be many,&lt;br /&gt;                     and more than you think you can do&lt;br /&gt;                     Often the road will be rugged&lt;br /&gt;                     and the hills insurmountable, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 186, 242);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 186, 242);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Always remember, the hills ahead&lt;br /&gt;                     Are never as steep as they seem,&lt;br /&gt;                     And with faith in your heart start upward&lt;br /&gt;                     And climb 'till you reach your dream,&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                     Nothing in life that is worthy&lt;br /&gt;                     Is ever too hard to achieve&lt;br /&gt;                     If you have the courage to try it&lt;br /&gt;                     And you have the faith to believe...&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                     Faith is a force that is greater&lt;br /&gt;                     Than knowledge or power or skill&lt;br /&gt;                     And many defeats turn to triumph&lt;br /&gt;                     If you trust in God's wisdom and will&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                     Faith is a mover of mountains,&lt;br /&gt;                     There's nothing that God cannot do,&lt;br /&gt;                     So start out today with faith in your heart&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                     And Climb Until Your Dream Comes True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 186, 242);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;                         &lt;o:p&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 186, 242);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;by                                                                                                 Helen                                                                                                 Steiner Rice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(86, 160, 237);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(86, 160, 237);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6157722081943356759-4319228648436150221?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4319228648436150221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb-til-your-dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4319228648436150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4319228648436150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb-til-your-dreams-come-true.html' title='Climb Til Your Dreams Come True'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SbCBccI1xdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/es3pJLWNs58/s72-c/teachustop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-2469799682660589082</id><published>2009-03-01T13:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:02:00.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sar1YxmTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9VjXfQOH6v4/s1600-h/n1155820247_665025_8043925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sar1YxmTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9VjXfQOH6v4/s320/n1155820247_665025_8043925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324916789211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In honor of Paul Harvey who passed away at the ripe old age of 90 yesterday I thought I'd share a story of his. It's a great reminder in life. I hope you all continue to "Look Up"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Newscaster Paul Harvey once related a story about a woman from Michigan  who vacationed in Florida. She found a secluded spot on the roof of her  hotel to soak up a few rays of sunshine, and in order to get a "total"  tan, she removed all her clothing. Within a half-hour, the hotel manager was beside her insisting that she cover  up. She argued that nobody was in sight. He agreed. Problem was -- she was stretched out over the hotel skylight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It occurs to me that the hotel's problems began because somebody was  looking up! Which normally is an excellent thing to do. At least in attitude. And what a surprise lay in store that day for those  who were looking up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You see, some folks spend their lives looking down. Downcast in spirit,  they hang their heads and lead negative and joyless lives. Others are constantly looking out. They live in fear and watch vigilantly  for problems, real or imaginary, that threaten their happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Still others seem always to be looking around. Forever searching for  a better partner, a better job or a better deal, they keep a watchful eye out and seldom experience a lasting commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But a few vibrant folks can usually be found looking up! These resilient  individuals have learned how to look beyond problems to solutions; beyond discouragement to hope. And quite often, the pay-off  is joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter if your habit is to look down, look out, look around, or look  up, the only important question is, in which direction will you look today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite verses is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I look up to the mountains;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        does my strength come from mountains? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; No, my strength comes from GOD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Psalm 121:1-2  (The Message)&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-2469799682660589082?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2469799682660589082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2469799682660589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/2469799682660589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-up.html' title='Look Up'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/Sar1YxmTcRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9VjXfQOH6v4/s72-c/n1155820247_665025_8043925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-6904279398392237610</id><published>2009-02-25T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:04:17.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaYGcEEF88I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1sBLQmKaTno/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaYGcEEF88I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1sBLQmKaTno/s320/lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306936290099721154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I’ve never moved a mountain and I guess I never will.&lt;br /&gt;All the faith that I could muster wouldn’t move a small ant hill.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I’ll tell you, Lord, I’m grateful for the joy of knowing Thee,&lt;br /&gt;And for all the mountain moving down through life You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed help you lifted me from the depths of great despair.&lt;br /&gt;And when burdens, pains and sorrow have been more than I can bear,&lt;br /&gt;You have always been my courage to restore life’s troubled sea,&lt;br /&gt;And to move these little mountains that have looked so big to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when I’ve had problems, and when bills I’ve had to pay,&lt;br /&gt;And the worries and the heartaches just kept mounting every day,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I don’t know how you did it.  Can’t explain the where’s or why’s.&lt;br /&gt;All I know, I’ve seen these mountains turn to blessings in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never moved a mountain, for my faith is far too small.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I thank you, Lord of Heaven, you have always heard my call.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as there are mountains in my life, I’ll have no fear,&lt;br /&gt;For the mountain-moving Jesus is my strength and always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-6904279398392237610?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6904279398392237610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/mountain-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6904279398392237610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6904279398392237610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/mountain-prayer.html' title='Mountain Prayer'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaYGcEEF88I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1sBLQmKaTno/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8635952735149870892</id><published>2009-02-22T10:06:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:18:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twenty “Cans” of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaGIFWkYlWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mR4USoBH69g/s1600-h/Bible+Prayer.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaGIFWkYlWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mR4USoBH69g/s400/Bible+Prayer.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305671461558064482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1.    Why should I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I CAN’T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; when the Bible says I can do all things through Christ who gives me the strength (Philippians 4:13)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WORRY&lt;/span&gt; about my needs when I know that God will take care of all my needs according to His riches in glory (Philippians 4:19)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEAR&lt;/span&gt; when the Bible says God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, of love and a sound mind (II Timothy 1)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LACK FAITH&lt;/span&gt; to live for Christ when God has given me plenty of faith (Romans 12:3)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;5.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BE WEARY&lt;/span&gt; when the Bible says that the Lord is the strength of my life, and that I will display strength and take action because I know God (Psalm 27:1; Daniel 11:32)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Why should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I ALLOW SATAN CONTROL&lt;/span&gt; over my life when He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world (I John 4.4.)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ACCEPT DEFEAT&lt;/span&gt; when the Bible says that God always leads me in victory (II Corinthians 2:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;8.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LACK WISDOM&lt;/span&gt; when I know that Christ became wisdom to me from God and God gives wisdom to me generously when I ask Him for it (I Corinthians 1:30, James 1:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;9.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BE DEPRESSED&lt;/span&gt; when I can recall to mind God’s loving-kindness, compassion and faithfulness and I have hope in Him (Lamentations 3:21-23)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WORRY&lt;/span&gt; and be upset when I can cast all my problems on Christ who cares for me (1Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    Why should I ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE IN BONDAGE&lt;/span&gt; knowing that there is freedom where the Spirit of the Lord is (Galatians 5:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL CONDEMNED&lt;/span&gt; when the Bible says I won’t be condemned because I am in Christ (Romans 8:1)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL ALONE&lt;/span&gt; when Jesus said He is with me always and He will never leave me or forsake me (Matthew 28:20  Hebrews 13:5)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;14.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE I AM CURSED&lt;/span&gt; or have bad luck when the Bible says that Christ rescued me from the curse of the law that I might receive His Spirit (Galatians 3:13, 14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BE UNHAPPY &lt;/span&gt;when I, like Paul, can learn to be satisfied in all kinds of conditions (Philippians 4:11)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL WORTHLESS&lt;/span&gt; when Christ became sin for me so that I might  become acceptable to God (2 Corinthians 5:21)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL THAT OTHERS ARE OUT TO GET ME &lt;/span&gt;when I know that nobody can be against me when God is for me (Romans 8:31)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;18.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BE CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt; when God is the author of peace and He gives me knowledge through His Spirit who lives in me (I Corinthians 2:12; 14:33)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;19.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE A FAILURE&lt;/span&gt; when I am a conqueror in all things through Christ (Romans 8:37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    Why should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LET THE PRESSURES OF LIFE BOTHER ME &lt;/span&gt;when I can take courage knowing that Jesus has overcome the world and it’s problems (John 16:33)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In  world of chaos and confusion all around us today, I am so glad  that I don't have to depend on this world for peace, but that I have peace that only comes from knowing Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8635952735149870892?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8635952735149870892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/twenty-cans-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8635952735149870892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8635952735149870892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/twenty-cans-of-success.html' title='The Twenty “Cans” of Success'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SaGIFWkYlWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mR4USoBH69g/s72-c/Bible+Prayer.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1951479467648725113</id><published>2009-02-18T08:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:27:19.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks Down~~3 to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZw23uraJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RT4Akx4F-6s/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZw23uraJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RT4Akx4F-6s/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304174792186406770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am officially at the half way mark since I had my hysterectomy, and I know many of you have been waiting for an update...so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing to make progress, but it does seem a little like one step forward, two steps back.  I will have a day where I feel really good, and then a couple of days where I don't feel so great.  From everything I have read, that is normal.  Each week I am definitely feeling stronger though, and just have to remind myself to not do too much too soon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going out for a walk each day, and love that!  Just getting some fresh air, and seeing the mountains each morning, is enough to nourish my soul.   My body keeps me in check, and I definitely hurt if I start to do too much.  I am still needing to rest a lot and sleep some every day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has felt much like spring here, and the birds have been chirping. I saw a red Robin this morning on my walk, and it reminded me of the verse in Matthew 6:26-27 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What are your worries or concerns today?  Remember to put your trust in God!  He cares so much for you, and He will take care of you!  Leave it in His hands....don't let the worries of tomorrow be added to the burdens of today.  Take one day at a time, one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-1951479467648725113?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1951479467648725113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-weeks-down3-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1951479467648725113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1951479467648725113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-weeks-down3-to-go.html' title='3 Weeks Down~~3 to Go'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZw23uraJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RT4Akx4F-6s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1487237645218467281</id><published>2009-02-13T12:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:48:34.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Saint Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZXMkP8pXqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m0dsupVz8Iw/s1600-h/I+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZXMkP8pXqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m0dsupVz8Iw/s200/I+Love+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302369059426885282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The story of Valentine's Day begins in the third century with an oppressive Roman emperor and a humble Christian martyr. The emperor was Claudius II Gothicus. The Christian was Valentinus.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudius had ordered all Romans to worship state religion's idols, and he had made it a crime punishable by death to associate with Christians. But Valentinus was dedicated to the ideals of Christ, and not even the threat of death could keep him from practicing his beliefs.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last weeks of Valentinus's life a remarkable thing happened. One day a jailer for the Emperor of Rome knocked at Valentinus's door clutching his blind daughter in his arms. He had learned of Valentinus's medical and spiritual healing abilities, and appealed to Valentinus to treat his daughter's blindness. She had been blind since birth. Valentinus knew that her condition would be difficult to treat but he gave the man his word he would do his best. The little girl was examined, given an ointment for her eyes and a series of re-visits were scheduled.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that he was a man of learning, the jailer asked whether his daughter, Julia, might also be brought to Valentinus for lessons. Julia was a pretty young girl with a quick mind. Valentinus read stories of Rome's history to her. He described the world of nature to her. He taught her arithmetic and told her about GOD. She saw the world through his eyes, trusted in his wisdom, and found comfort in his quiet strength.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Valentinus, does GOD really hear our prayers?" Julia said one day. "Yes, my child, He hears each one, "he replied.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I pray for every morning and every night? I pray that I might see. I want so much to see everything you've told me about!"&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOD does what is best for us if we will believe in HIM," Valentinus said.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Valentinus, I do believe," Julia said intensely. "I do." She knelt and grasped his hand. They sat quietly together, each praying.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks passed and the girl's sight was not restored. Yet the man and his daughter never wavered in their faith and returned each week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, Valentinus received a visit from Roman soldiers who arrested him, destroyed his medicines and admonished him for his religious beliefs. When the little girl's father learned of his arrest and imprisonment, he wanted to intervene but there was nothing he could do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of his death, Valentinus wrote a last note to Julia - knowing his execution was imminent. Valentinus asked the jailer for a paper, pen and ink. He quickly jotted a farewell note and handed it to the jailer to give to his blind daughter. He urged her to stay close to GOD, and he signed it "From Your Valentine." His sentence was carried out the next day, February 14, 270 A.D., near a gate that was later named Porta Valentini in his memory.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the jailer went home, he was greeted by his little girl. The little girl opened the note and discovered a yellow crocus inside. The message said, "From your Valentine." As the little girl looked down upon the crocus that spilled into her palm she saw brilliant colors for the first time in her life! The girl's eyesight was restored! A miracle!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZXN_GnBMDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p_9qFiKAUjo/s1600-h/crocus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZXN_GnBMDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p_9qFiKAUjo/s200/crocus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302370620288348210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was buried at what is now the Church of Praxedes in Rome. It is said that Julia herself planted a pink-blossomed almond tree near his grave. Today, the almond tree remains a symbol of abiding love and friendship. In 496 Pope Gelasius I named February 14 as Saint Valentine's Day. On each Valentine's Day, messages of affection, love and devotion are still exchanged around the world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all my Friends!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-1487237645218467281?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1487237645218467281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/legend-of-saint-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1487237645218467281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1487237645218467281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/legend-of-saint-valentine.html' title='The Legend of Saint Valentine'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZXMkP8pXqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m0dsupVz8Iw/s72-c/I+Love+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7230710427908625235</id><published>2009-02-12T12:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:39:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why Working From Home Is Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZR6QPB6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wNAYgtqP_UQ/s1600-h/2661376448_71e79083cf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZR6QPB6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wNAYgtqP_UQ/s200/2661376448_71e79083cf_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997080652943730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what my schedule has looked like working from home the past couple of weeks while I have been recovering from surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note....below is truly why I like to work from home.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surrounded By People I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have the best coworkers. My husband and my children are the people who share my day with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. I Profit From My Hard Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I work hard and then play hard...take a walk, go for a hike, meet my hubby for lunch, etc. All of the money I make from my hard work goes straight into my checking account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. I Can Wear What I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Slippers, pajamas,( I've been wearing these a lot lately since recovering from surgery) fuzzy socks or jeans and sweatshirts. It’s my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. No Commute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With gas prices being as high and crazy drivers running rampant on the road I am happy to avoid the commute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. No Dog Eat Dog Atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I do not like the office politics or gossip. There are no worries about that since I work for myself and have a very positive atmosphere where I am working with like-minded people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Rewarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can promote myself through my efforts, and earn bonuses, and not have to wait in hopes that someday soon a boss will promote me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. Work When I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can take an early lunch, stop working early or work as late as I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8. Work Where I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can take my laptop to the coffee shop, (Starbuck's is my favorite) work at my desk or work from my sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9. Tax Write Offs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Working from home as a self employed person gives me all kinds of great tax write offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. Getting It All Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can do laundry, run the dishwasher or even vacuum while I work, and not have to come home at the end of a long day and still have those things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a fabulous day!&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/6157722081943356759-7230710427908625235?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7230710427908625235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-reasons-why-working-from-home-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7230710427908625235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7230710427908625235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-reasons-why-working-from-home-is.html' title='10 Reasons Why Working From Home Is Awesome!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZR6QPB6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wNAYgtqP_UQ/s72-c/2661376448_71e79083cf_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-1002092002718317766</id><published>2009-02-10T16:28:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:10:43.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Post-Op Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZIRMIAXh9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PBkF6rveMUc/s1600-h/starbucks_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZIRMIAXh9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PBkF6rveMUc/s200/starbucks_cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301318611373623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My doctor said that things look good and I am healing on schedule.  I am still supposed to rest a lot, not lift anything, or do anything strenuous for 4 more weeks. (Yikes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have been enjoying my time of reading and listening to CD's and Videos in between naps!  I did venture out for a tiny little walk today as it was beautiful and the fresh air was great to take in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last week my sweet hubby took me to Starbucks, where we found a very soft chair for me to sit on, and I was able to enjoy a Cinnamon Dolce' Latte!  (My favorite...and it wasn't too strenuous to lift that! LOL!)  Of course after that big adventure I was pooped, so had to come home and rest again....but ohhhh it was worth it!&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/6157722081943356759-1002092002718317766?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1002092002718317766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-week-post-op-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1002092002718317766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/1002092002718317766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-week-post-op-appointment.html' title='2 Week Post-Op Appointment'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SZIRMIAXh9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PBkF6rveMUc/s72-c/starbucks_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7361113513773153964</id><published>2009-02-04T10:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:17:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "KEPT" Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYnYiwgxM2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xrmHcZ_mgfA/s1600-h/KEPT.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYnYiwgxM2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xrmHcZ_mgfA/s200/KEPT.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299004528227595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Kept'&lt;/span&gt; Woman?&lt;br /&gt;You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But GOD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; me sane. (Isa. 26:3)&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I thought I could go no longer,&lt;br /&gt;But the LORD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; me moving. (Gen 28:15)&lt;br /&gt;At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But the LORD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; my mouth shut.. (Psa. 13)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,&lt;br /&gt;But GOD has helped me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; the lights on, the water on, the car paid, the house paid, etc.., (Matt. 6:25 -34)&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I would fall, HE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; me up.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I was weak, HE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'kept' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'kept'&lt;/span&gt; woman?&lt;br /&gt;If so pass it on to her to let her know she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Kept' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kept" &lt;/span&gt;by the Love and Grace of God&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/6157722081943356759-7361113513773153964?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7361113513773153964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/kept-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7361113513773153964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7361113513773153964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/kept-woman.html' title='A &quot;KEPT&quot; Woman'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYnYiwgxM2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xrmHcZ_mgfA/s72-c/KEPT.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-6364181291589415026</id><published>2009-02-03T13:11:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:24:38.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYm74p7NJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/jix-h2ynFTQ/s1600-h/n1058650780_278114_7398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYm74p7NJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/jix-h2ynFTQ/s200/n1058650780_278114_7398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298973018579347282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am still doing well, considering I just got home from the hospital one week ago today!  I really am not in much pain, and so thankful for that!  I just can't be up much without getting tired very quickly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My biggest challenge is to not go stir crazy, as I am not someone who enjoys a lot of time doing nothing.  I was ambitious yesterday and tried to walk a little ways up the sidewalk for a bit of fresh air, but I think I paid the price the rest of the day...so, no walk for me today!=)  It's hard when I start feeling better, as it makes me think I can do more, but then I realize I can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There are so many times in our lives, where we think we can do more, and try to take things into our own hands instead of allowing God to work.  It's when we realize that we can't do anything without putting our hands into God's hands, and letting Him lead the way that we are truly content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sweet picture above is of my two precious little cousins. It reminds me of how we need the Lord to guide us every step of the way, but also how we need each other to help us along this journey called life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am treasuring the down time I have right now while I am recovering, (even though I am restless at times) I am learning to be content in every single circumstance that comes my way.  We can make every circumstance an opportunity to grow, or to complain.  It's our choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Phil. 4:11 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am so thankful for that promise, and have been learning what God has for me, and also praying for each one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Choose to make today a day of contentment....no matter what your circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-6364181291589415026?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6364181291589415026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6364181291589415026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/6364181291589415026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-contentment.html' title='Learning Contentment'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYm74p7NJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/jix-h2ynFTQ/s72-c/n1058650780_278114_7398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-8978420590237371995</id><published>2009-02-01T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:54:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I received a call from my Doctor's office on Friday, and my biopsy results came back clear!  No cancer.  We are all truly grateful, and know it's a result of so many of you lifting me up in prayer.  I give all the glory to my Lord and Savior who has truly given me incredible peace throughout this entire ordeal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-8978420590237371995?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8978420590237371995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8978420590237371995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/8978420590237371995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-9058723809817145755</id><published>2009-01-30T11:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:09:19.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Still a Mummy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYNKQPzCkUI/AAAAAAAAADM/u6gvHBOh6Kw/s1600-h/Photo_01%5B11%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYNKQPzCkUI/AAAAAAAAADM/u6gvHBOh6Kw/s200/Photo_01%5B11%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297159229696807234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you might enjoy seeing what I looked like when I came out from surgery.  It was very cold here on Monday, the day of my surgery, and I was having surgery at a beautiful brand new Women's Surgical Center.  The only problem was that they did not have the heat regulated in the building yet, and so it was freezing in there.  All of the staff were great, but when I came out of surgery, they had me wrapped up like a mummy, and had plastic inside the blankets hooked up to a heater with heat flowing into it to keep me warm.  I was nice and toasty, and didn't know the difference, but we all thought I looked pretty funny, so Dave took some pictures.  I'll try to post the rest of the pictures on here in the photo section for you to see as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have been making good progress each day, and feeling a little better.  I tire easily, which I know is normal.  My biggest challenge will be to stay resting during my 6 week recovery time, as I am not one who enjoys laying around.   But I promise, I will behave, and have all of you to help keep me accountable!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have had such great helpers as well, and am so thankful for my family's support.  Dave has not left my side since I got home, until this morning, and I finally convinced him I would be okay long enough for him to go to the gym. Poor guy was so tired yesterday, that he had to take a 2 hour nap.  He is truly my best friend, and has been the reason I am recuperating quickly.  We have had some great snuggle times together, just listening to tapes and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Landon sat up all night with me at the hosptial, to give his dad a break, even though he still had to work all day the next day.  I know he was exhausted, but took great care of me.  I love you son, and couldn't be more proud of you! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my precious daughter, Amber, has kept the humor in it all as she decorated my room with all kinds of interesting things to let me know that I would never again have to suffer through another period.  She called it "well padded" and indeed we did all laugh.  She also has been bringing me popsicles and we plan to have some good time together watching girlie movies this weekend. Thanks Am, for being the light of my life!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the energy I have for this post today.  Thanks again for all of your prayers, and continue to pray for my recovery.  Talk to you again soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-9058723809817145755?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9058723809817145755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-still-mummy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9058723809817145755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9058723809817145755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-still-mummy.html' title='Am I Still a Mummy?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYNKQPzCkUI/AAAAAAAAADM/u6gvHBOh6Kw/s72-c/Photo_01%5B11%5D.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4263986049474323944</id><published>2009-01-28T07:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:29:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYEiBw7cHgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nt47tjZ1_IQ/s1600-h/Sick+hug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYEiBw7cHgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nt47tjZ1_IQ/s200/Sick+hug.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552050473836034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I got home around 3:30 pm yesterday.   It is so true that there's no place like home.   I could not sleep at all in the hospital which they said was typical and probably because of all of the medications.  So when I got home, I literally crashed, and slept a solid 12 hours last night and have slept most of the day today too.  I am pretty weak, and in some pain, but glad to be home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lord has truly answered all of our prayers, and all of the staff at the hospital were wonderful.  was told that because of the growth I had, my uterus was the size of someone 3-4 months pregnant, and of course it has been sent in for a biopsy to make sure all is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It is good to be home, and Dave has been pampering me and waiting on me hand and foot, so I am in very good hands.  I know many of you have called to see how I am doing, and I appreciate it.  Several families have brought by meals as well, which has been very helpful for my hungry guys!  You all are such a blessing, and know that you are in my thoughts as well.  I just don't have much energy right now to talk on the phone, etc., but I always appreciate hearing from you, and Dave is relaying all the messages to me.  It means a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I started trying to post this early this morning, and just didn't have the energy to finish it, but am feeling a bit better tonight, so wanted to give you a quick update.  My plan is to rest and get well.  I got some pretty funny pictures from the hospital as well, and will try to post them tomorrow if I feel up to it.  Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-4263986049474323944?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4263986049474323944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4263986049474323944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4263986049474323944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SYEiBw7cHgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nt47tjZ1_IQ/s72-c/Sick+hug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-285343303473241608</id><published>2009-01-27T12:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:40:27.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after...</title><content type='html'>Janna didn't sleep much last night so she's feeling a bit worse at the moment.  Still all looks good and we expect to be heading home sometime soon.  (You never know what timeline. The hospital operates in their own time zone.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor is pleased with her progress, as am I.  Thanks for your continued prayers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-285343303473241608?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/285343303473241608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/285343303473241608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/285343303473241608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-after.html' title='The day after...'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7785606467709630765</id><published>2009-01-25T15:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:11:03.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Janna's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzlipKXSXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eOnmo28zt5Y/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzlipKXSXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eOnmo28zt5Y/s200/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295359645208496498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dave, Janna's husband.  I know that many of you are wondering how she's doing, since we went in for surgery this morning.  She was in surgery for about an hour-and-a-half.  The doctor said that everything went as planned.  She was able to do the surgery vaginally, so we're grateful for that as the recovery time shouldn't be as long.  Everything went well and Janna is feeling good, given the circumstances.  Her uterus was indeed larger than it should be, so the doctor is having it tested and we should know the results no later than the end of the week.  As of right now, Janna is sleeping restfully.  We hope to be able to take her home tomorrow (although this hospital room is so nice that she may want to stay on an extra day or two!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for your prayers.  Our God who is glorious in might and splendor has shows his character once more in the care he takes of his children.  We were also blessed in that Janna's nurse is a pastor's wife with the heart of a pastor's wife.  She took very good care of Janna.  Now it's my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate you all and am sure that Janna will write you a note in the next day or two herself.  God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7785606467709630765?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7785606467709630765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-jannas-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7785606467709630765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7785606467709630765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-jannas-surgery.html' title='Update On Janna&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzlipKXSXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eOnmo28zt5Y/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-7517436365058248343</id><published>2009-01-25T14:43:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:17:33.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzknz6DYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/85o6Kph-2wo/s1600-h/Hugbeatnotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzknz6DYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/85o6Kph-2wo/s200/Hugbeatnotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358634480591362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well I'll have to say this has seemed like the longest week of my life!    Originally we thought surgery was going to be last Monday, January 19th, but because of other surgeries at the hospital, mine was bumped to this Monday, January 26th, and is now scheduled for 8:00 am MST.  I have been trying to keep myself occupied and wrap up things business-wise, as well as make sure everything is in order here at the house...as I guess I won't be cleaning and vacuuming for quite some time!  (rats!) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On a humorous note, someone pointed out to me some insightful tips which I'll have to say were very timely for me, so I thought I'd share them with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Things You Don't Want to Hear While In the Operating Room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Better save that. We'll need it for the autopsy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Someone call the janitor - we're going to need a mop &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Hand me that...uh...that uh.....thingie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oh no! I just lost my Rolex. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oops! Hey, has anyone ever survived 500ml of this stuff before? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rats, there go the lights again... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ya know, there's big money in kidneys.  This gal's got two of 'em. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Could you stop that thing from beating;   it's throwing my concentration off &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  That's cool! Now can you make his leg twitch?! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I wish I hadn't forgotten my glasses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well folks, this will be an experiment for all of us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sterile, schmerile. The floor's clean, right? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Anyone see where I left that scalpel? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; This patient has already had some kids, am I correct? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Nurse, did this patient sign the organ donation card? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't worry. I think it is sharp enough. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; FIRE! FIRE! Everyone get out! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rats! Page 47 of the manual is missing! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have been so encouraging and have been lifting me up in your prayers.  Dave will keep you updated here and let you know how things go until I am feeling up to it.  We are believing the best, and expecting a quick recovery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-7517436365058248343?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7517436365058248343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7517436365058248343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/7517436365058248343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-week.html' title='A Long Week!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXzknz6DYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/85o6Kph-2wo/s72-c/Hugbeatnotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4370280233770784000</id><published>2009-01-21T16:15:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:52:36.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Having Surgery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXe10kPNoXI/AAAAAAAAACU/xtOYHfPr-xw/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXe10kPNoXI/AAAAAAAAACU/xtOYHfPr-xw/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293899801682616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thanks to all of my wonderful friends who have been supporting me and asking me&lt;br /&gt;"Why Are You Having Surgery?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me fill you in.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having some female issues for quite some time now, and just kept thinking I was going through early menopause.  So after many months of very painful periods and very heavy bleeding which seemed to increase more with each period, and would have me in bed for 4-5 days at a time, and sometimes in so much pain I was throwing up.   I went to my family doctor who didn't even examine me, but told me that yes, this indeed was normal for menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn't believe her, and felt that I should go back to my gynecologist for a second opinion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My gynecologist couldn't believe that my family doctor hadn't even examined me, and the first examination she did, she could feel something that should not be there in my uterus.  From there, she immediately scheduled me for an ultrasound, which showed something growing into my uterine wall.  She still wanted more tests so next I was scheduled for an MRI, which she hoped would give her a clearer picture.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At today's pre-op appointment my doctor is still is not exactly sure what it is...she thinks it could possibly be adenomyosis or a fibroid, but whatever it is in her words  "looks strange" so once the hysterectomy is done, a biopsy will be taken to make sure that nothing is cancerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Through it all I have had a real peace about the whole situation, and I know it was the Lord prompting me to get a second opinion.  I had already sensed weeks ago that I may be having surgery even before I saw my gynecologist, just because of the way I had been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only option at this point is a total hysterectomy, and thanks to all my lady friends who have already been through this for putting my mind at ease and telling me how much better you have felt since you had this same surgery!  It has been very encouraging to me, and I know I will need your continued support in the weeks ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My surgery is scheduled for this Monday, January 26th, and as I can, I will keep you updated on how the surgery goes, as well as my recovery on this blog, so please feel free to become a follower and check in often for updates. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your prayers &amp;amp; support!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna&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/6157722081943356759-4370280233770784000?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4370280233770784000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-am-i-having-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4370280233770784000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4370280233770784000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-am-i-having-surgery.html' title='Why Am I Having Surgery?'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXe10kPNoXI/AAAAAAAAACU/xtOYHfPr-xw/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-9035408396299050699</id><published>2009-01-20T19:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:27:05.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXaDBjoR0qI/AAAAAAAAACM/qW6kPz8HG5E/s1600-h/Coffee+Monster"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXaDBjoR0qI/AAAAAAAAACM/qW6kPz8HG5E/s200/Coffee+Monster" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562474787885730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Quit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When things go wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; as they sometimes will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When the funds are low, and the debts is high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And you want to smile, but have to sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rest if you must, but don't quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As everyone of us sometimes learns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And many a failure turns about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Success is failure turned inside out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It may be near when it seems so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's when things seem worse, that you must not quit.&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/6157722081943356759-9035408396299050699?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9035408396299050699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9035408396299050699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9035408396299050699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SXaDBjoR0qI/AAAAAAAAACM/qW6kPz8HG5E/s72-c/Coffee+Monster' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4464784623523662215</id><published>2009-01-13T10:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:55:06.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do ~ When You Don't Know What to do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SW4X4WtQPhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-EKe8kKrHj8/s1600-h/AHugForYou.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SW4X4WtQPhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-EKe8kKrHj8/s200/AHugForYou.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192869142412818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life we face life changing decisions that don't necessarily have a pat answer.  I am facing one of those decisions in my life right now.   Everywhere I turn, someone seems to have a different answer.   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that life doesn't always go as planned.  Things take place that are out of our control, and so what do we do when that happens?  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have learned to pray, and seek God for those decisions.  He is the only constant in my life, and is the same yesterday, today, and forever!   He gives me peace, when all around, there is no peace.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's amazing how much more we grow in the adversities of our life, than when all is calm and pleasant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; (If you're like me, you prefer the calm and pleasant the best!)   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are facing difficult choices today, seek God first, and His righteousness, and all other things will be added unto you!  Matthew 6:33  Only He truly knows what's best for you, and He will guide you in whatever decision you need to make.  Be still today and know that HE is God!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-4464784623523662215?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4464784623523662215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do-when-you-dont-know-what-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4464784623523662215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4464784623523662215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do-when-you-dont-know-what-to.html' title='What to Do ~ When You Don&apos;t Know What to do!'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SW4X4WtQPhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-EKe8kKrHj8/s72-c/AHugForYou.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-4339090838140744231</id><published>2009-01-04T14:50:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:30:27.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Giver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SWFejdwImkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ajdbL_93BeA/s1600-h/my_big_sister_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SWFejdwImkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ajdbL_93BeA/s200/my_big_sister_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287611400884623938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am a Life Giver, so they say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what kind of life did I give today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did I take time out for a kind word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listen to someone's pain unheard?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make my home a place of rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Giving my family the very best?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I call a neighbor in for tea,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or spend some time on bended knee?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I wash the dishes with a heart of joy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering starving girls and boys?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I treat my husband with respect,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brag upon his intellect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did I get on the floor with my son to play,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let him know he's valued today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or brush a tear from my daughter's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling her of a beauty found only by grace?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I call a friend who's hurting so,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And share your love to help her grow?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or visit a lonely shut in nearby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bringing joy to her heart, and tears to her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's so much to giving life you see,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have instilled it inside of me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's a joy to give physical birth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To realize the pain, and then the worth...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the giving of life doesn't start or stop there,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on forever, if I will but care,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And give of myself to to others in need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to listen, or just plant a seed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everywhere I go each day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have a choice to give life away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;By something I say or willingly do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring joy to others, to point them to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So help me always remember, dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be faithful in giving all I can afford&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if I just did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of these deeds today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accomplished the task, I GAVE LIFE AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;written by Janna Arnold 1/01/95&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/6157722081943356759-4339090838140744231?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4339090838140744231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-giver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4339090838140744231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/4339090838140744231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-giver.html' title='Life Giver'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SWFejdwImkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ajdbL_93BeA/s72-c/my_big_sister_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157722081943356759.post-9201122171578600923</id><published>2008-12-23T06:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:28:32.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let Me Share My Story'/><title type='text'>Let Me Share My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I was born in St. Paul Minnesota, but grew up mostly in Montana. I was then married to my kindred spirit and soul mate, Dave, and we moved to California where Dave was employed with &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.focusonthefamily.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Focus on the Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as Executive Producer of &lt;a href="http://www.whitsend.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Adventures in Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.radiotheatre.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Radio Theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We are currently living in beautiful Colorado. We have been married for 27 years now, and have two grown children who are the joy of our life!  I home schooled our children from Kindergarten all the way through High School! They currently both have professional careers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;As our kids became teenagers, like most parents, we really needed extra income to help with the expenses such as braces, college classes, etc.  Since I wanted to continue to be a stay at home mom, as I was still home schooling at that time, I went on a search for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legitimate home business that had high morals and integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I also did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; want to sell, stock, or deliver products, (been there, done that) or have a large investment, (as we were looking to make money, not go further in debt) We simply didn't have a lot of extra cash lying around that we could invest. I did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; want an MLM, or something risky.  After much research, I found a company that met all of our criteria, and that's when I   joined our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.working4apurpose.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Work at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working from home, and bringing in extra income has taken so much financial stress off of our family.&lt;/span&gt; Not only have we completely paid off those braces, and college classes, but  I am pleased to share with you that we just won an award from our company for totally paying off all of our credit card debt as well.  We are currently working on paying down our mortgage so we can be financially free!  Yes, I am a real mom, whose consistency and hard work is definitely paying off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you are looking for a way to supplement or replace your income, I'd love to have you join me on my journey so I can help you reach your dreams and goals as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As your personal mentor and coach, I will be there to help you every step of the way.   Request more info at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.working4apurpose.com/"&gt;www.Working4APurpose.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6157722081943356759-9201122171578600923?l=working4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9201122171578600923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-share-my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9201122171578600923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6157722081943356759/posts/default/9201122171578600923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://working4apurpose.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-share-my-story.html' title='Let Me Share My Story'/><author><name>Janna Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228195800142913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1Sh6WoALMs/SVDS6Af_zqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ef8mqdX6QQA/S220/DSCF1951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
