<?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-8668264909689257283</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:01:28.917-05:00</updated><category term='Weston'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='Perfect Aim'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Farooqs'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Franklin'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Braden Boys Quotes'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='grief'/><category term='Husbands'/><category term='Mason'/><category term='hope'/><category term='fundraising'/><category term='Quotes on Parenting and Motherhood'/><category term='africa'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='sports'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='God&apos;s teaching in everyday things'/><category term='Ansley'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Braden'/><category term='Streams In The Desert'/><category term='womanhood'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='Co-op Class'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Ghana Africa Adoption, Mission, and Family Blog - BB Bits</title><subtitle type='html'>Ghana Africa Adoption and Family Blog - BB Bits</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bloggin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782008123654749037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRA52KKSw5A/TB09AyFRjTI/AAAAAAAAGrk/QGmnMwrRxYA/S220/28698_428960908271_752998271_5508955_2127174_s%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1186753153812310195</id><published>2012-01-28T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:18:07.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm copying this post from my friend, &lt;a href="http://growingmcbs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mitzi&lt;/a&gt;, who is serving in Zambia with her family. &amp;nbsp;She asked for help before she packed, and we'd like to do the same. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easthampton.htnp.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/survey-graphic-check-mark-in-box-500-pixels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://easthampton.htnp.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/survey-graphic-check-mark-in-box-500-pixels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soo... if you have ever wanted to express yourself... now's the time to do it! We are beginning to think about the packing stage, which has brought forth quite a few questions. So... this is my survey! If you read this, I need you to help! Just leave your comments answering any or all of my questions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. What are the top 3 items you would take to Africa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What are the best children's books you would take?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. What are the top three kitchen tools you would take to Africa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What music would you download? Favorite Worship Songs? Best all around music?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. What Podcasts do you listen to? &amp;nbsp;Sermons?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Favorite games - all ages?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7.) &amp;nbsp;What would teenagers like to have in a foreign country?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;WHAT WOULD WE LIKELY FORGET TO PACK, BUT NEED/WANT ONCE WE ARE THERE?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for your input!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1186753153812310195?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1186753153812310195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1186753153812310195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1186753153812310195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1186753153812310195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-survey-says.html' title='And the Survey Says...'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8365293932531754304</id><published>2012-01-18T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:25:00.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Build Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas the boys favorite gift was...CitiBlocks. &amp;nbsp;Balsa-wood blocks cut to specific dimensions to provide balance and ease of stacking. &amp;nbsp;Creations by the boys make me wonder if they will be architects or construction engineers. &amp;nbsp;The boys have a blast building...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EHMLZN2tH4/TxYkqo-H1CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nFe5mjLKnbY/s1600/IMG_7428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EHMLZN2tH4/TxYkqo-H1CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nFe5mjLKnbY/s320/IMG_7428.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Yes, this is as tall as the door frame.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl_YfE8wNu0/TxYlJBbu_iI/AAAAAAAAA_4/7vxo3R4f2eI/s1600/IMG_7651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl_YfE8wNu0/TxYlJBbu_iI/AAAAAAAAA_4/7vxo3R4f2eI/s320/IMG_7651.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD_M0vGvRuI/TxYl3eMaKzI/AAAAAAAABAA/Z-Ue32nXf7A/s1600/IMG_7681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD_M0vGvRuI/TxYl3eMaKzI/AAAAAAAABAA/Z-Ue32nXf7A/s320/IMG_7681.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlqRO5qEB-E/TxYmZwJf-oI/AAAAAAAABAI/-kc6hHCOXOs/s1600/IMG_7697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlqRO5qEB-E/TxYmZwJf-oI/AAAAAAAABAI/-kc6hHCOXOs/s320/IMG_7697.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkBRLN-tZOw/TxYm8WPHVRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JMLikCy3IEE/s1600/IMG_7714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkBRLN-tZOw/TxYm8WPHVRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JMLikCy3IEE/s320/IMG_7714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNhB0x7TLBs/TxYnZTG56pI/AAAAAAAABAY/_HNP_TY_kgE/s1600/IMG_7763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNhB0x7TLBs/TxYnZTG56pI/AAAAAAAABAY/_HNP_TY_kgE/s320/IMG_7763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and the boys also loved tearing the towers town. &amp;nbsp;Once they started ramming cars into them, I stopped taking pictures. &amp;nbsp;It's a blessing to seem them still enjoy the simplicity of creating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBoDxGLEAP4/TxYn4zHGhJI/AAAAAAAABAg/7tDXGNTmLr0/s1600/IMG_7772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBoDxGLEAP4/TxYn4zHGhJI/AAAAAAAABAg/7tDXGNTmLr0/s320/IMG_7772.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For there is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A time to tear down and a time to build up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:3b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8365293932531754304?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8365293932531754304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8365293932531754304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8365293932531754304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8365293932531754304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-to-build-up.html' title='A Time to Build Up...'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EHMLZN2tH4/TxYkqo-H1CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nFe5mjLKnbY/s72-c/IMG_7428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8641886217585439321</id><published>2012-01-17T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:36:41.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bag Packed for Ghana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Braden ran into the house excited, scampering around with a mission in mind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Can I have a bag, Mom?” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“What kind of bag?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Umm, just a bag to pack in.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Well, would a plastic grocery bag work or do you need something heavier?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Nah.&amp;nbsp; A grocery bag will be great.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I handed him a crumpled up Kroger bag and off he went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A few minutes later, he reappeared - bag in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhcVks1XjhY/TxYfSZEqmWI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0cqicGYlQJ0/s1600/IMG_7918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhcVks1XjhY/TxYfSZEqmWI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0cqicGYlQJ0/s320/IMG_7918.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing this was something I needed to investigate, I peered into his bag and found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Braden’s favorite Tennessee hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a nice pair of shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one of Braden’s nicer shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a pair of socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a pair of underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;three hot wheels cars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;two lego men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and Braden’s new baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confused, I stammered, “What’s this for?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I wanted to pack it for Peter.&amp;nbsp; Can we pack it and take it to Ghana for him?&amp;nbsp; These are things I want him to have.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Braden showed me the card he made (with no help from Mom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mxzKXk326E/TxYf2NzEHkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fmizGV20_sI/s1600/IMG_7919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mxzKXk326E/TxYf2NzEHkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fmizGV20_sI/s320/IMG_7919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4i11JHYfFY/TxYga7siN4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/IhLUNKzzI_o/s1600/IMG_7920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4i11JHYfFY/TxYga7siN4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/IhLUNKzzI_o/s320/IMG_7920.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart hurt.&amp;nbsp; Peter is an orphan in one of the homes in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; He and Braden became huge buddies when we were there. Braden has talked about him in conversation and prayed for him frequently.&amp;nbsp; Right now, Peter is still waiting for a family and spending his days in a home with about 40 other children.&amp;nbsp; Peter's&amp;nbsp;smile is still imprinted on my heart.&amp;nbsp; I think Braden thinks of him as a very special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I share this story because God continues to bind our hearts back to Ghana.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We are all anxious to return.&amp;nbsp; There are many children just like Peter.&amp;nbsp; We desire to go and love them with the love of Jesus. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Lord continues to provide the needed support we need to go do His work.&amp;nbsp; As of this evening, the Lord has provided a little over 65%.&amp;nbsp; Can you believe we were only at 30% a the beginning of December?&amp;nbsp; We are astounded by God's faithfulness of provision.&amp;nbsp; This is a HUGE amount of money in a short amount of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please pray for the Lord to provide the remaining 35%.&amp;nbsp; We are ready to go.&amp;nbsp; We long to be there.&amp;nbsp; Our children are packing gift bags for their friends.&amp;nbsp; What else can I say?&amp;nbsp; Their hearts are anxious to be there as well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We continue to hear, “There is so much work to do...so much work to do.”&amp;nbsp; Our entire family is ready to go do it.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for the Lord to accomplish what He desires here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth adn making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My Word that goes out of My mouth.&amp;nbsp; It will not return empty but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Isaiah 55:10-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8641886217585439321?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8641886217585439321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8641886217585439321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8641886217585439321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8641886217585439321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-bag-packed-for-ghana.html' title='First Bag Packed for Ghana'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhcVks1XjhY/TxYfSZEqmWI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0cqicGYlQJ0/s72-c/IMG_7918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5809937834210048775</id><published>2012-01-14T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:56:44.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a cold Saturday morning, there is nothing sweeter than seeing my boys cuddling under blankets. &amp;nbsp;Silliness, laughter, closeness. &amp;nbsp;Really, does life get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtP8Qy_DBFU/TxYuhI_K4iI/AAAAAAAABAo/2FKH-qoX4wM/s1600/IMG_7836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtP8Qy_DBFU/TxYuhI_K4iI/AAAAAAAABAo/2FKH-qoX4wM/s320/IMG_7836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8PIptrVyo/TxYu-rI3MRI/AAAAAAAABAw/-P0dG5HeU-E/s1600/IMG_7837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8PIptrVyo/TxYu-rI3MRI/AAAAAAAABAw/-P0dG5HeU-E/s320/IMG_7837.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the simple joys I cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mm09OMCYkU4/TxYvlKQhXTI/AAAAAAAABA4/2p9jlKlOQRo/s1600/IMG_7838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mm09OMCYkU4/TxYvlKQhXTI/AAAAAAAABA4/2p9jlKlOQRo/s320/IMG_7838.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold, how good and how pleasant it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For brothers to dwell together in unity!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 133:1&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/8668264909689257283-5809937834210048775?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5809937834210048775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5809937834210048775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5809937834210048775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5809937834210048775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2012/01/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtP8Qy_DBFU/TxYuhI_K4iI/AAAAAAAABAo/2FKH-qoX4wM/s72-c/IMG_7836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2295496045833972123</id><published>2011-12-17T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:24:01.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Because of our training, we have missed this Christmas season.  We have not seen a "live nativity," a church Christmas musical production, or been in the craziness of shopping for the perfect gifts.  Of the three, I have only missed the first two!  Because of not being out in stores, I feel my heart is truly anticipating the birth of Christ this year.  Christmas will be very simple.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've thought of all the kids in Ghana who might not know any joy this Christmas.  Will someone hold them?  Love them?  I hope we can do these things once we are there. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While some are spending huge amounts of money on gifts that will be forgotten by the first week of January, there are orphans in the world who need to know the love of Jesus this Christmas.  For only $20, &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/2011/11/a-christmas-for-the-orphans.html"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt; is providing a Christmas meal and a new piece of clothing for orphans who will not receive a gift this Christmas through any other means.  If you want to help a forgotten child this Christmas, contact &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/2011/11/a-christmas-for-the-orphans.html"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt; to see how you can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And Mary said: “My soul glorifies the Lord  and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,  for the Mighty One has done great things for me— holy is his name.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 1:46-47, 49&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="0" id="stSegmentFrame" name="stSegmentFrame" scrolling="no" src="http://seg.sharethis.com/getSegment.php?purl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fblogger.g%3FblogID%3D8668264909689257283&amp;amp;jsref=&amp;amp;rnd=1324024014125" style="display: none;" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="stwrapper" id="stwrapper" style="left: -999px; top: -999px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div class="stclose"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" class="stLframe" frameborder="0" height="350" id="stLframe" name="stLframe" scrolling="no" src="" style="left: 0px; 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I have a headache.&amp;nbsp; My body hurts from crying so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days our topics of training have been - &lt;br /&gt;Grief,&lt;br /&gt;Loss, &lt;br /&gt;Good-byes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's been more than my mind and heart were prepared to hear.&amp;nbsp; We will be leaving behind so much.&amp;nbsp; And, we were asked to name it - all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are separating our children from their grandparents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children will grow up without their friends and cousins living life with them.&amp;nbsp; As will we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss the weenie roasts at Camp Zion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Life Group will go on without us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' forts and tree houses they have built might be gone when we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends will be making memories we will not be a part of.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew will come home from Ethiopia and I won't be at the airport to greet him, much less know him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are bringing home adopted children who will not have a relationship with our family, and I thought&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;kids would grow up together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss the annual Family Reunion and the Duck Race on the&amp;nbsp;River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family holidays will not be celebrated with our entire family - just the seven of us.&amp;nbsp; We will miss acting out the Christmas story, singing Christmas carols, working the Christmas puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys will miss their school.&amp;nbsp; Their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss sharing a cup of coffee with a friend and talking about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss our back deck with the birds chirping in the springtime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the ease of a talking on the phone to friends and family in the same time zone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss marshmallows, Reese Pieces, and Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss hot showers,&amp;nbsp;drinking water from the faucet, and easy computer access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the laughter of friends and the voices I would recognize anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&amp;nbsp; Etc.&amp;nbsp; Etc.&amp;nbsp; It's too much to list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to recognize all of this?&amp;nbsp; Why do we need to "feel" it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grieving needs to happen for us.&amp;nbsp; We are encouraged to step into it instead of stuffing it down.&amp;nbsp; The reality of the impact to GO can shake us.&amp;nbsp; BUT, it doesn't. &amp;nbsp;It can't.&amp;nbsp; We need to grieve some now and some later.&amp;nbsp; It will be a process.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A process that's beginning&amp;nbsp;in the depths of my soul tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these things hurt deeply, we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; excited to GO.&amp;nbsp; God is going before us.&amp;nbsp; He will somehow meet us in our tears and redeem them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's&amp;nbsp;world is much larger than what we see and experience in our daily life.&amp;nbsp; Even with all of the things we will miss,&amp;nbsp;grieve and long for once we are on the ground in Ghana, God's world&amp;nbsp;is so much bigger.&amp;nbsp; These are small&amp;nbsp;gifts from my&amp;nbsp;life to&amp;nbsp;lay at his feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the pain in anticipation of the JOY of witnessing Him work makes it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quote from this week has stuck with me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hope you hurt deeply.&amp;nbsp; If you hurt deeply it will mean you have loved deeply &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that you have been loved."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please help me, Lord.&amp;nbsp; I need your grace and strength to fill me in the days ahead.&amp;nbsp;Let us love deeply.&amp;nbsp; Let us choose suffering over safety.&amp;nbsp; Let us&amp;nbsp;"feel"&amp;nbsp;it. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for showing me your gifts, as I see the things we are leaving behind.&amp;nbsp; You are so good to us.&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you shall not  go out in haste, and you shall not go in flight,  for the LORD will go &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt; you,   and the God of Israel will be your rear guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;Isaiah 52:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4435278496380100511?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4435278496380100511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4435278496380100511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4435278496380100511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4435278496380100511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/12/grief-loss-and-good-byes.html' title='Grief, Loss and Good-byes'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8739625315038428717</id><published>2011-12-06T18:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:14:54.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What We Signed Up For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are in the first half of a three week training session to help prepare us to move onto the mission field.&amp;nbsp; The Colorado snow has been beautiful, but we&amp;nbsp;have had limited time to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; The sessions have been intense and my mind is on overload.&amp;nbsp; We attend classes from 8:30 - 4:00 every day with homework to complete at night.&amp;nbsp; The weekends have been our family free time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We've used this free time together to have fun, but also to process the myriad of material that has been laid before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations of missions training have been turned upside down.&amp;nbsp; I expected this would really be a "feel good" time for us as a couple confirming our call to GO.&amp;nbsp; I think I thought we would be greatly affirmed and encouraged.&amp;nbsp; In reality, all of this has happened...but it has been a &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;teeny-tiny&lt;/span&gt; portion of our time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the topics we have covered in the past 8 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conflict Handling Styles:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Assessing the way we handle conflict while recognizing the strengths and weaknesses&amp;nbsp;in our own style.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;was very convicting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Communication:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beginning to take in all of the non-verbal and verbal cues in communication.&amp;nbsp; Learning that our communication style in conflict can be greatly misinterpreted resulting a perceived de-valuing of the other&amp;nbsp;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ethnocentrism:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; an exaggerated tendency to think the characteristics of one's group or race superior to those of another group - both from our own culture and the one we are stepping into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simulation:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Facing make-believe adverse, difficult situations.&amp;nbsp; Walking away with the realization that there was great misunderstanding on my end due to assumptions made from context, cultural-differences, my frame of reference, my own previous experience, and expectations of others.&amp;nbsp; Hoping if I were ever in the REAL situation my response would be drastically different than what it was.&amp;nbsp; Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adversity:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Adversity will be experienced on the field.&amp;nbsp; It is an opportunity to lean in to God.&amp;nbsp; Adversity can countered by an attitude of thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Adversity is an opportunity to grow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allergic Reactions to Differences:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuck!&amp;nbsp; I have negative&amp;nbsp;internal and external responses to differences - personalities, conflict handling styles, cultural differences.&amp;nbsp; This training has helped me to recognize and address&amp;nbsp;those before they take hold and allow assumptions to be made or an "allergic reaction" to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stress Management:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not only have I been made aware of the external stressors to my body, relationships, feelings, and thoughts, but I've also been introduced to the additional silent stressors to my nervous system in a new culture: foreign words,&amp;nbsp;sights, smells, stimulation.&amp;nbsp; We've been given some coping mechanisms to&amp;nbsp;address these before encountering burn-out or depression.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Without them, the stress becomes debilitating.&amp;nbsp; (In a stress test where a score of 150+ is a sign of being overstressed, most missionaries score 600-900+ their first year on the field!&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;must learn to cope with stress in a healthy way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suspending Judgement:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wait...wait...wait for judgement.&amp;nbsp; This is something I thought I did, but have been shaken to the reality that my judgements are formed far too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work Requires Rest:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Lord mandates rest.&amp;nbsp; He tells us to rest knowing it is a gift from Him.&amp;nbsp; Sabbath keeping, quiet time, time alone with Him are all prerequisites to a fruitful time on the mission field.&amp;nbsp; Without it, statistics prove you will not make it.&amp;nbsp; To be effective in ministry we must be at our best, so we must enter into a mindset which goes against the American train of thought in which we must always be busy.&amp;nbsp; Without appropriate rest, we will not be sustained for the long-haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where's the good news?&amp;nbsp; Didn't we sign up for the adventure, the fun, the excitement?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed up for the call.&amp;nbsp; We signed up for whatever the Lord has in front of us.&amp;nbsp; We signed up knowing it would be hard, and this training has made us realize it could be much harder than we thought.&amp;nbsp; Much, much harder!&amp;nbsp; But, God has called and we have said, "Yes.&amp;nbsp; Lord lead our family where you will.&amp;nbsp; We will go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7rY-iSI5lc/Tt6mmdoXifI/AAAAAAAAA_I/656N78qRwqM/s1600/IMG_5975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7rY-iSI5lc/Tt6mmdoXifI/AAAAAAAAA_I/656N78qRwqM/s320/IMG_5975.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I feel led to pray for those serving&amp;nbsp;on the field.&amp;nbsp; Being a missionary is not a glamorous life.&amp;nbsp; It's hard, very hard.&amp;nbsp; But it is rewarding.&amp;nbsp; There are glimpses of God that will never be seen any other way.&amp;nbsp; The Lord does not need us to do His work, it is His work.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those who are accepting the role of being a part of His work to the ends of the earth.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for the Pioneers who are literally going where no one has gone before - learning languages, building huts, living without any modern comfort.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those who have their lives on the line for the gospel.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for people taking their entire families to "closed" countries living "at&amp;nbsp;risk." &amp;nbsp;I will pray for the underground Believers who are living for Jesus - no matter the cost - deportation, persecution, torture, death.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those holding&amp;nbsp;babies covered with disease, leprosy, scabies, hydrocephalus,&amp;nbsp;AIDS, etc...&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those loving the unlovable, the cast-offs, the forgotten, the&amp;nbsp;least of these.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those ministering to the orphaned children loving them as Jesus would.&amp;nbsp; I will pray for those ministering to people taking their last breath entering eternity. &amp;nbsp;I will pray for the missionaries, the workers in the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal  " style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.&amp;nbsp; Then he said to his disciples, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 9:36-38﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8739625315038428717?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8739625315038428717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8739625315038428717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8739625315038428717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8739625315038428717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-this-what-i-signed-up-for.html' title='Is This What We Signed Up For?'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7rY-iSI5lc/Tt6mmdoXifI/AAAAAAAAA_I/656N78qRwqM/s72-c/IMG_5975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3865678400983798821</id><published>2011-12-03T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:53:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in the Sugar Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-rKlHGD-qs/Ttpc60t9nuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/n8kPaRKA43A/s1600/200545_194704883897740_100000746902781_540856_960548_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-rKlHGD-qs/Ttpc60t9nuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/n8kPaRKA43A/s320/200545_194704883897740_100000746902781_540856_960548_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This photo was taken of our family in March of this year.&amp;nbsp; We spent two weeks as a family&amp;nbsp;ministering in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; Native orphans, deperate villagers, people without the hope of Christ all pierced our heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What is God calling us to?&amp;nbsp; Where is he leading us?&amp;nbsp; The task is overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This picture is fitting because the exposure was cloudy but we have smiles on our faces.&amp;nbsp; Our future is clouded.&amp;nbsp; So many unknowns face us.&amp;nbsp; Yet, our eternal hope brings us joy to face the insurmountable task at hand.&amp;nbsp; Although everything is not crystal clear, we must step forward in faith.&amp;nbsp; We can smile at what is before us.&amp;nbsp; To love as Jesus loved.&amp;nbsp; To pour forth His love, hope, joy, and peace upon everyone we encounter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A few days ago, the below&amp;nbsp;poem was read aloud&amp;nbsp;in training.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, tears came to my eyes from no where.&amp;nbsp; It made me realize what is ahead and how it affects my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ants in the Sugar Bowl&lt;br /&gt;By Elizabeth Givens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So send I you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To ants in the sugar bowl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To things that fly, creep and crawl into the house,&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To uncertain water, sporatic electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To long hours, sweltering heat, exhausting days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To uncomfortable vehicles, crowded jeeps, smelly buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To noisy early, early&amp;nbsp;mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To rice, rice, and more rice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To poverty you didn't believe existed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To masses of people like you have never seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To know, and work with people who have never known comfort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So send I you, and I expect you to adjust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So send I you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To people who will give from their poverty,&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To friends who will embarass you with their generosity,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To pastors who will entertain you from their lack,with beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To hungry, receptive, questioning people who want to know God,&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To study, to teach, to learn from your study and teaching,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To prove your own motives, values, and beliefs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To learn more about yourself and the culture that has reared you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To know God and to understand more deeply dependence on Him,&lt;/div&gt;So send I you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are you going?&amp;nbsp; I'll go with you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whom shall I send, and who will go for&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-17778B&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference B&amp;quot;&amp;gt;B&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; us?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I said, "Here am I! Send me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 6:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3865678400983798821?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3865678400983798821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3865678400983798821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3865678400983798821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3865678400983798821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/12/ants-in-sugar-bowl.html' title='Ants in the Sugar Bowl'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-rKlHGD-qs/Ttpc60t9nuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/n8kPaRKA43A/s72-c/200545_194704883897740_100000746902781_540856_960548_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-7221778185127005239</id><published>2011-12-02T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:50:04.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Firsts - SPLICE Training at MTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reid and I are officially starting the missions adventure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After strong recommendation from two missionary families living on the field, we are attending SPLICE training at MTI&amp;nbsp;in Colorado this week.&amp;nbsp; This is our FIRST step of preparation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We anticipated flying to Colorado on Monday (11/28)&amp;nbsp;arriving a few hours apart to begin the three week training session.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, God had other plans.&amp;nbsp; Because the stand-by tickets Reid and the older four boys had planned to use would not be usable until Wednesday, Reid decided to make the 21 hour drive alone with the older four boys.&amp;nbsp; The Driving Five arrived on Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp; Godwin and I had been blessed with 2 frequent flyer tickets, so we still flew by plane arriving on time Monday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Colorado skies entertained the boys on the drive over.&amp;nbsp; They passed the time by taking pictures out the window.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it beautiful?&amp;nbsp; (If I had room, I would post the 200+ pictures they took from the van window.&amp;nbsp; Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMconjLkboI/TtmDyQQ_IcI/AAAAAAAAA-g/VNx8UDySVg0/s1600/IMG_5814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMconjLkboI/TtmDyQQ_IcI/AAAAAAAAA-g/VNx8UDySVg0/s320/IMG_5814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since our arrival, we've experienced many FIRSTS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is our&amp;nbsp;FIRST exposure to cross-cultural training with regards to lifestyle choices, conflict resolution, loving others, perceptions, values, spiritual dynamics, reflection on God's BIGness, adjustments with children, team building, etc...&amp;nbsp; We are processing too much to adequately verbalize.&amp;nbsp; We have enjoyed continual conversation wrestling through questions we've been challenged with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It has been daunting, overwhelming, draining, ... exciting, refreshing, enjoyable, fun...&amp;nbsp; We feel under-qualified, intimidated, and ill-equipped.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Contrary to this, we are learning, exploring, challenging our thinking, assessing our own weaknesses and strengths, and boundlessly growing.&amp;nbsp; Additionally, we are reminded that we serve a BIG God who promises to fill in the gaps.&amp;nbsp; We have much to learn, and if we arrive on the field without knowing all of the answers - He will be our teacher.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our time here has given us glimpses of His vast love for our world.&amp;nbsp; At this training session, there are 38 adults, 26 kids and 21 countries represented!&amp;nbsp; God uses orphan care, economic development, small businesses, church planting, evangelism, teaching in schools, athlete discipleship, pastor training, etc... all for&amp;nbsp;His glory on earth.&amp;nbsp; Some of the stories we have been told have been amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have worshipped with virtual strangers connected through the common thread of our love for Christ.&amp;nbsp; Others have pressed into us forcing us to dig deeper into our own understanding of ourselves, of others&amp;nbsp;and of God.&amp;nbsp; We have been challenged in our parenting to gently uncover the hearts of our boys.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, this week has been intense...but wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The boys have&amp;nbsp;played in&amp;nbsp;the FIRST snow of the season.&amp;nbsp; Snowballs and sledding filled the day.&amp;nbsp; Much more snow&amp;nbsp;should be coming tomorrow night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRaV-F4Fg1g/TtmED1DbNfI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-rTI5F1Kego/s1600/IMG_5835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRaV-F4Fg1g/TtmED1DbNfI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-rTI5F1Kego/s320/IMG_5835.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_WW1LS9GaU/TtmEViPVbsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/66oLTUAD9To/s1600/IMG_5846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_WW1LS9GaU/TtmEViPVbsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/66oLTUAD9To/s320/IMG_5846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The boys are covering the same material we are in their classes.&amp;nbsp; They are in small groups with others their same age.&amp;nbsp; Each day they come upstairs chattering about all they have done during the day.&amp;nbsp; Their instructors do a phenomenal job of bringing everything to their level.&amp;nbsp; Team building activities and class conversations&amp;nbsp;are sprinkled throughout the day&amp;nbsp;assisting in&amp;nbsp;processing the myriad of material.&amp;nbsp; Braden has bonded with another 8 year old named Berkley.&amp;nbsp; They have been inseparable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today the&amp;nbsp;boys all went to Focus on the Family where Mason and Franklin actually recorded an Adventures in Odyssey!&amp;nbsp; Mason&amp;nbsp;made&amp;nbsp;everyone laugh with&amp;nbsp;his Brooklyn accent!&amp;nbsp; We will have the CD if anyone would like to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In the morning, Franklin and Reid are going ice fishing through 6 inches of ice.&amp;nbsp; Temperature?&amp;nbsp; 5 degrees in the morning with a high of 15 degrees!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope they&amp;nbsp;don't return with frostbite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, if&amp;nbsp;Franklin catches "the big one" he will attest that it was worth it, I'm sure!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Weston has made many friends, but all of them are girls.&amp;nbsp; He is rarely walking around without one of the girls his age.&amp;nbsp; Of all of us, he is the most relaxed.&amp;nbsp; His nickname of "Smiley" fits him here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Godwin goes to his class in the morning.&amp;nbsp; After lunch, we have found it best to keep him with us, so he sits on our laps while we attend class.&amp;nbsp; His precious personality has won the hearts of many of the participants here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One of the sweetest moments was witnessing Godwin experience his FIRST exposure to snow.&amp;nbsp; We put some in his hand, he crinkled his nose and said, "I do not like it Mommy.&amp;nbsp; I want to wash my hands!"&amp;nbsp; Hilarious!&amp;nbsp; I want to tuck away unforgettable moments like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqWYnOtYNMI/TtmDi-Qge_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-lcDRf385Xs/s1600/IMG_5861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqWYnOtYNMI/TtmDi-Qge_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-lcDRf385Xs/s320/IMG_5861.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are blessed to be here.&amp;nbsp; God has so much to teach us.&amp;nbsp; Let us learn, Lord.&amp;nbsp; Let us learn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach me to do your will, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for you are my God; &lt;br /&gt;may your good Spirit &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lead me on level ground. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 143:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-7221778185127005239?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/7221778185127005239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=7221778185127005239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7221778185127005239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7221778185127005239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-many-firsts-splice-training-at-mti.html' title='So Many Firsts - SPLICE Training at MTI'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMconjLkboI/TtmDyQQ_IcI/AAAAAAAAA-g/VNx8UDySVg0/s72-c/IMG_5814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4758038063526966151</id><published>2011-11-19T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:52:02.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever neared the point of exhaustion because of trying to accomplish more than humanly possible in a short amount of time? &amp;nbsp;Has God ever surprised you with unexpected help on the final stretch of your task to allow it to be completed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord did this for us, and we praise Him for the hands of His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, November 19, Reid and I were frantically trying to complete the "to do" list on our house as we were moving out. &amp;nbsp;Rooms to be painted, a sink and countertop to be installed, stair railing to be built for the deck, etc... &amp;nbsp;The list overwhelmed us. &amp;nbsp;We had spent days carting loads from the house out to my parents' in a pick up truck, so these jobs dauntingly waited for our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;However, there was a Superhero waiting in our midst! &amp;nbsp;Bruce Randall, pictured below, changed into his House Helper Superhero Costume (i.e. painting clothes) and arranged for people to come help us complete the tasks before us! &amp;nbsp;Thank you Bruce! &amp;nbsp;You are our hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQlsb1C_qVY/TsztLQN95EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mCmTehb7JDw/s1600/IMG_5367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQlsb1C_qVY/TsztLQN95EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mCmTehb7JDw/s320/IMG_5367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lively family came with paintbrush in hand. &amp;nbsp;We could not have done it without their help! &amp;nbsp;Brush up. Brush down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWU99yplwSQ/TsztV03m_tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/l_lp-LvHq_0/s1600/IMG_5368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWU99yplwSQ/TsztV03m_tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/l_lp-LvHq_0/s320/IMG_5368.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1zce6XOlWc/TsztsHUXlXI/AAAAAAAAA6A/BG_FYUWe1aA/s1600/IMG_5370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1zce6XOlWc/TsztsHUXlXI/AAAAAAAAA6A/BG_FYUWe1aA/s320/IMG_5370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZg-GbUUNxg/TszuLAuKQ7I/AAAAAAAAA6I/gsyIwKu9URI/s1600/IMG_5371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZg-GbUUNxg/TszuLAuKQ7I/AAAAAAAAA6I/gsyIwKu9URI/s320/IMG_5371.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMpcl4v6zjE/TszuUPoLHFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vTccANofEhY/s1600/IMG_5372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMpcl4v6zjE/TszuUPoLHFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vTccANofEhY/s320/IMG_5372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Claire took on the job of going through the "leftover" things in the house that I didn't know what to do with. &amp;nbsp;Hi ho, Hi ho...to the trashcan we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmUQUwqFkic/TsztjWyfa1I/AAAAAAAAA54/ZYlpUknnYfo/s1600/IMG_5369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmUQUwqFkic/TsztjWyfa1I/AAAAAAAAA54/ZYlpUknnYfo/s320/IMG_5369.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, working with Bruce is always fun. &amp;nbsp;Laughter is a MUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqTbZvlZKwk/TszufXABgGI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VtSgUf93TVg/s1600/IMG_5373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqTbZvlZKwk/TszufXABgGI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VtSgUf93TVg/s320/IMG_5373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaN_xegyQZ8/Tszu0alm5uI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nJa2aBgD2a0/s1600/IMG_5377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaN_xegyQZ8/Tszu0alm5uI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nJa2aBgD2a0/s320/IMG_5377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1YKsvNss8M/Tszu-8tsYzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/STIzgA-TALU/s1600/IMG_5380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1YKsvNss8M/Tszu-8tsYzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/STIzgA-TALU/s320/IMG_5380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sadly, I did not take a group photo from the work day. &amp;nbsp;Others blessed us and they are not pictured. &amp;nbsp;Christy Randall and all of the Randall children brought lunch for our mid-day break. &amp;nbsp;Greg Watlington, Michael Dempster and Chuck Moses gave up their time to complete every task on the list. &amp;nbsp;Wow! &amp;nbsp;Even the garage was organized for moving out! &amp;nbsp;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful to all of you for coming and helping us. &amp;nbsp;You have served the Lord with gladness. &amp;nbsp;From the depth of our hearts, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Serve the Lord with gladness;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come before Him with joyful singing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the Lord is good;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And His faithfulness to all generations."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 100:2,5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4758038063526966151?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4758038063526966151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4758038063526966151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4758038063526966151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4758038063526966151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/11/helping-hands.html' title='Helping Hands'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQlsb1C_qVY/TsztLQN95EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mCmTehb7JDw/s72-c/IMG_5367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3393087255032530924</id><published>2011-11-19T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:30:09.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Little Child Shall Lead Them...</title><content type='html'>It amazes me how children have hearts to give...and give...and give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid and I have had the opportunity to share God's story through several different avenues lately. &amp;nbsp;While we are working to raise support, our ultimate goal is to share what God is doing in His world and how His people can join to be part of His Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past three days the children have impacted me as they have parted with their own funds to help support God's work to the people of Ghana. &amp;nbsp;The generosity of children blessing our family began on Thursday while I was teaching at co-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Millard, a child in one of my classes, approached me after class and handed me $10. &amp;nbsp;He said, "This is to help your family." &amp;nbsp;Sarah Wood followed him handing me another $10 stating she wanted to give it to help us. &amp;nbsp;Both are in sixth grade. &amp;nbsp;Both gave their own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A high schooler from my classes last year,&amp;nbsp;Hope Sprenz, approached me at the end of the day giving me a wad of bills. &amp;nbsp;She said, "I know it's not much, but I want to give this to you to help your family go to Ghana." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students, Jackson Rader, sixth grade, is making handmade clay necklaces and selling them. &amp;nbsp;He is giving our family the profits from every sale. &amp;nbsp;On Thursday, he shared $2 from his first sale! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sisters, Bekah, Abby, and Maddie Ochs, held a yard sale this past weekend for our family. &amp;nbsp;They brought a ziploc bag full of change and bills totaling $228 for our mission. &amp;nbsp;The three of them interrupted &amp;nbsp;one of my classes to hand it to me. &amp;nbsp;I had no idea they were doing this for us. &amp;nbsp;How overwhelming to see children I love give their time, energy, and effort to raise money for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's touch on children continued last night. &amp;nbsp;Azi Tegelaar, age five, gave me a handful of change from her piggy bank while we were at her house. &amp;nbsp;Not even having full comprehension of the difference between a quarter and a nickel, she gave us $1.12 of her own money. &amp;nbsp;"This is to help you move to Ghana," &amp;nbsp;she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of our evening last night, the tears came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some precious friends hosted a dessert for us. &amp;nbsp;We were given the opportunity to share God's story to five families who chose to give up their Friday night to hear what the Lord is doing around the world. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, when it was time for us to start our presentation, all of the children gathered around us to listen. &amp;nbsp;None of them chose to play. &amp;nbsp;Instead, they engaged with us intently. &amp;nbsp;After we shared, everyone gathered around us to pray. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for the hearts of the children surrounding us. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for the Lord to plant His seeds in their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the prayer, Lauren Gebbie, age 12, came to me weeping. &amp;nbsp;Tears rolling down her cheeks and quiet sobs echoing from her chest. &amp;nbsp;She handed me a $20 bill. &amp;nbsp;Her heart was broken for the one million fatherless children in Ghana. &amp;nbsp;Her emotions poured forth for the 2.3 &amp;nbsp;million people in Ghana who have not heard the name of Christ. &amp;nbsp;They have no hope, and Lauren Gebbie comprehends this, and her heart responds. &amp;nbsp;Oh, it is beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she cried, I held her and whispered over her, "You are part of God's work, Lauren. &amp;nbsp;You are a piece of what He is doing. &amp;nbsp;Thank you. &amp;nbsp;You are impacting the world for Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These children long to see God's work done here one earth. &amp;nbsp;They gave from what they had. &amp;nbsp;They parted with money which could have been spent on things for themselves. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that inspiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these gifts are similar to the woman's two coins in the Bible. &amp;nbsp;She gave all she had, but the amount seemed so small. &amp;nbsp;Children giving from their own resources in order to join in what God is doing resembles the woman's heart as she dropped the two coins as an offering. &amp;nbsp;The amounts may seem so insignificant, but I believe these are precious gifts before God. &amp;nbsp;He smiles at the generosity of children. &amp;nbsp;They do not "hold on" to money, but are willing to part with it for something greater than their own pleasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for giving for something greater. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for sharing what you have to make a difference in the lives of children who have nothing. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for wanting the hope of Jesus to spread forth to the ends of the earth. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for being an example of what it looks like to be a "generous giver." &amp;nbsp;Thank you for hearts yielded to His heart. &amp;nbsp;Children, you have blessed us beyond measure. &amp;nbsp;We have seen Christ in you. &amp;nbsp;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And a little child shall lead them..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 11:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2203033675777743620</id><published>2011-11-17T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:57:33.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House for Rent...Not Anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aqo56K4o30/Tsz13l6L2mI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Tzi4w1Gli1Q/s1600/IMG_5355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aqo56K4o30/Tsz13l6L2mI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Tzi4w1Gli1Q/s320/IMG_5355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our humble home. &amp;nbsp;We have celebrated memories here for nearly six years. &amp;nbsp;However, we were beginning to need more income to live on while we raise support to move onto the mission field. &amp;nbsp;The small savings we had planned to live on has quickly dwindled over the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reid and I knew it was time to place our house on the market to rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday, Nov. 11th we took the following pictures to post on Craigslist. &amp;nbsp;We were scrambling to take them because some of this furniture had been sold and was being picked up that afternoon. &amp;nbsp;Additionally, some of our furniture has been used to furnish an apartment for missionaries and we were delivering our bed the following day. &amp;nbsp;We knew the photos would show our home better with furnishings, so we quickly snapped the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de9PLlWr2CE/Tsz07nkmK1I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uKKH1b-uAhs/s1600/IMG_5340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de9PLlWr2CE/Tsz07nkmK1I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uKKH1b-uAhs/s320/IMG_5340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ere72c99xe0/Tsz1Hd6Ni3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LIA0BSVPNjA/s1600/IMG_5343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ere72c99xe0/Tsz1Hd6Ni3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LIA0BSVPNjA/s320/IMG_5343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Rx5Lvk5b_8/Tsz1Tlc_RGI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RF74GDB420U/s1600/IMG_5345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Rx5Lvk5b_8/Tsz1Tlc_RGI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RF74GDB420U/s320/IMG_5345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzmKHCVFtLc/Tsz1eX_OT3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ezA6kjcTX6M/s1600/IMG_5352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzmKHCVFtLc/Tsz1eX_OT3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ezA6kjcTX6M/s320/IMG_5352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCrNDxo_vsA/Tsz2AXT68lI/AAAAAAAAA74/J_TdXNapFoA/s1600/IMG_5362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCrNDxo_vsA/Tsz2AXT68lI/AAAAAAAAA74/J_TdXNapFoA/s320/IMG_5362.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUmbnscoVaY/Tsz2Tv5RjyI/AAAAAAAAA8A/d62yt1GT2Ss/s1600/IMG_5365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUmbnscoVaY/Tsz2Tv5RjyI/AAAAAAAAA8A/d62yt1GT2Ss/s320/IMG_5365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Is there someone out there looking for a family home?" we wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We posted the "House for Rent" ad on Craigslist on Nov. 11th, but somehow it disappeared into cyberspace! &amp;nbsp;After several days without calls, we were a bit concerned. &amp;nbsp;Reid realized our ad was not popping up for searches. &amp;nbsp;Late in the evening on Nov 16th, Reid reposted the ad. &amp;nbsp;We were praying for the Lord to bring renters quickly. &amp;nbsp;We were specifically praying that He would bring someone who would care for our home and someone who would be a blessing for our wonderful neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, a young father of five children was meeting with his Bible Study asking the other men with him to please pray for his family to find a house. &amp;nbsp;They needed to find a house quickly, but one that would house their family of seven. &amp;nbsp;On Nov. 16th concerted prayer was lifted for this family to find a home. &amp;nbsp;The Lord heard all of the prayers - ours and the ones from this men's Bible Study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, this couple found our ad on Craigslist. &amp;nbsp;Early the next morning, Nov. 17th, they called. &amp;nbsp;When they came to look at the house, they immediately gave us a security deposit and said they wanted it! &amp;nbsp;God answered all of the prayers! &amp;nbsp;What a blessing! &amp;nbsp;Our home was on the market for less than one week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this young family will be blessed in our home. &amp;nbsp;We pray they will have many happy memories. &amp;nbsp;We are thankful to see them come, and pray they will know the Lord's presence while they live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building form God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." &amp;nbsp;2 Corinthians 5:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aqo56K4o30/Tsz13l6L2mI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Tzi4w1Gli1Q/s72-c/IMG_5355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-6282652698653370564</id><published>2011-11-03T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:26:25.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More...Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The two words God keeps bringing to mind are MORE and LESS. &amp;nbsp;The Lord continues to conform me into the likeness of Christ by revealing areas untouched by His grace and power in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More&lt;/b&gt; of Him, &lt;b&gt;Less&lt;/b&gt; of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Expecting&lt;b&gt; More &lt;/b&gt;of Him, Stop living with little faith to expect&lt;b&gt; Less &lt;/b&gt;than what God promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More &lt;/b&gt;contentment with&lt;b&gt; Less&lt;/b&gt; stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More &lt;/b&gt;awareness of His presence by &lt;b&gt;Less&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;time on worldly activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A desire to give &lt;b&gt;More&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;of myself for Him, but realizing I sometimes am satisfied (I think) by offering so little, so much &lt;b&gt;Less&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More&lt;/b&gt; of his vision and &lt;b&gt;Less&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;view from my own eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More&lt;/b&gt; wonder and &lt;b&gt;Less&lt;/b&gt; worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;What does &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Less&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mean to you? &amp;nbsp;Does it reveal a heart with sealed areas unpenetrated by God's power, promises, and presence? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I desire MORE of You, Lord. &amp;nbsp;Always more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;So I will very gladly spend for you everything I have and expend myself as well. If I love you &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;, will you love me &lt;b&gt;less&lt;/b&gt;? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&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/8668264909689257283-6282652698653370564?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/6282652698653370564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=6282652698653370564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6282652698653370564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6282652698653370564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/11/moreless.html' title='More...Less'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1005090696540771407</id><published>2011-10-28T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:12:30.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cAHjIAcc34/TqsAkE_KPuI/AAAAAAAAA14/33DKor9B4f0/s1600/IMG_4919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cAHjIAcc34/TqsAkE_KPuI/AAAAAAAAA14/33DKor9B4f0/s320/IMG_4919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my crazy family! &amp;nbsp;Our family with my 94 year old Mamaw, Mom, Dad, two sisters and their families. &amp;nbsp;Including Mathiang, there are now 13 grandchildren with another addition currently being adopted from Ethiopia. &amp;nbsp;When he comes home, there will be 14 grandchildren from my parents' three girls! &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, Colby Grace is the only girl amid all the boys. &amp;nbsp;Bless her heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skqKK05fG2M/TqsBD0PWrvI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O1T96SJ5Beg/s1600/IMG_4926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skqKK05fG2M/TqsBD0PWrvI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O1T96SJ5Beg/s320/IMG_4926.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All of the grandchildren...well, it's hard to take the perfect picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sICE2esIw9Y/TqsBROWVkFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Fw2B6VNQqqY/s1600/IMG_4938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sICE2esIw9Y/TqsBROWVkFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Fw2B6VNQqqY/s320/IMG_4938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our complete family! &amp;nbsp;Mathiang, Me, Reid, Weston, Mason, Godwin, Franklin, and Braden. &amp;nbsp;What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who check in occasionally to see how Mathiang is doing; he's astounding all of us! &amp;nbsp;This year he has joined the Cross Country team at Maryville College. &amp;nbsp;He's running the 8K in 32 minutes! &amp;nbsp;His l-o-n-g legs help him, and the team has nicknamed their 6'5" teammate, "The Intimidator." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathiang is still maintaining a high GPA in his junior year majoring in International Business. &amp;nbsp;Additionally, he is tutoring other Sudanese in the community to obtain their GED diplomas. &amp;nbsp;Because he is able to speak Dinka, his ability to explain complex problems becomes much easier without a language barrier between himself and his students. &amp;nbsp;He is changing the world for other Sudanese refugees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIStnRUt0SE/TqsHXaUl8uI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/62ndldt39rs/s1600/IMG_5016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIStnRUt0SE/TqsHXaUl8uI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/62ndldt39rs/s320/IMG_5016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the most amazing changes for Mathiang, has been the gift of a new smile. &amp;nbsp;When Mathaing was 10 years old, six of his bottom front teeth were extracted. &amp;nbsp;This is tribal custom for the Dinka tribe. &amp;nbsp;(The teeth are pulled without anesthesia and, if you are a man, you do not cry. &amp;nbsp;Mathiang, at age 10, did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; cry.) &amp;nbsp;Mathiang also had several top teeth missing from poor dental care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dentist and an oral surgeon in Maryville donated their time and services to correct Mathiang's teeth through several surgeries. &amp;nbsp;Over $15,000 of dental treatment! &amp;nbsp;He was in surgery for six hours this summer with his final surgery coming in January. &amp;nbsp;His new implants give him the the most striking smile! &amp;nbsp;What a gift! &amp;nbsp;Mathiang confessed having his teeth repaired is a dream he has always had, but he never thought it was possible. &amp;nbsp;Thank you to both of the doctors who made this possible for him, and to my sister, Kelly, who connected with these doctors and cared for Mathiang after surgery. &amp;nbsp;Thanks, sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathiang hopes to return to Sudan this summer for the first time since he arrived in America in 2001. &amp;nbsp;He has been offered a teaching opportunity through Africa ELI, and will begin this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe God's incredible goodness allowing Mathiang to overcome great adversity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathiang ran for his life at age 7. &amp;nbsp;Crossing Sudan to Ethiopia then Kenya by foot. &amp;nbsp;He walked thousands of miles with no shoes, no food, no water. &amp;nbsp;Mathiang attended school for the first time at age 11. &amp;nbsp;He learned his alphabet by writing in the dirt. &amp;nbsp;He survived on a tiny amount of corn, oil, and salt for over nine years. &amp;nbsp;He arrived in America in 2001, at 6'5" weighing 120 pounds. &amp;nbsp;He took the test for his GED three times before he passed it. &amp;nbsp;He could barely read a newspaper article in English when he arrived, yet now is pursuing his college degree fully in his second language. &amp;nbsp;Mathiang has persevered. &amp;nbsp;He has continued running the race, even with hurdles in front of his dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand amazed at everything the Lord has done in Mathiang's life. &amp;nbsp;(Honestly, "amazed" is an understatement!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mathiang if he ever imagined his life would be like it is today. &amp;nbsp;He looked at me and said, "It is all because of God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Sudanese son, it is all because of God. &amp;nbsp;He had plans for you from the beginning. &amp;nbsp;What a privilege to see His plans lived out in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Every good and perfect gift is from above, the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow." &amp;nbsp;James 1:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1005090696540771407?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1005090696540771407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1005090696540771407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1005090696540771407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1005090696540771407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cAHjIAcc34/TqsAkE_KPuI/AAAAAAAAA14/33DKor9B4f0/s72-c/IMG_4919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4252173823533007228</id><published>2011-10-23T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:20:23.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s teaching in everyday things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Which Way Do I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkPuZXto7eA/Tq_a9Wc2KxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ztEBEdcjHrw/s1600/IMG_4694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkPuZXto7eA/Tq_a9Wc2KxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ztEBEdcjHrw/s320/IMG_4694.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love watching Godwin experience the newness of everyday life. &amp;nbsp;Riding a little tractor, petting a goat, seeing the brightly colored fall leaves, watching the leaves fall and crying out, "Look Mommy!" &amp;nbsp;He is experiencing so many things for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I've realized how often I "miss" the beauty in everyday life. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful he is, once again, pointing it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBro3L80QLk/Tq_bUxR0MZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_kcGE45f-WQ/s1600/IMG_4703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBro3L80QLk/Tq_bUxR0MZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_kcGE45f-WQ/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recently, my mom took our family to a Corn Maze. &amp;nbsp;All of my sisters' children were with us, so they skirted off ahead of us quite sure they could navigate the maze on their own. &amp;nbsp;My mom, Reid, Godwin and myself were left to our own leading in order to find the way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTt7wHFsNfw/Tq_bg6hmTOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cTGdnhSAIes/s1600/IMG_4704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTt7wHFsNfw/Tq_bg6hmTOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cTGdnhSAIes/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reid held the camera and snapped shots while we were on the path. &amp;nbsp;As we meandered into the puzzle, we grew farther from the entrance and the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we came to an intersection, we would ask Godwin, "Which way should we go?" &amp;nbsp;His tiny finger would point left, right, or straight, "Dat way," he would advise. &amp;nbsp;In fun, we would follow his suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PX--kkTVrw/Tq_bu2DNXJI/AAAAAAAAA24/C0fxPEVAirc/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PX--kkTVrw/Tq_bu2DNXJI/AAAAAAAAA24/C0fxPEVAirc/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once, I could no longer grasp my bearings, I recalled how my sister, Kelly, told me she becomes claustrophobic inside of Corn Mazes. &amp;nbsp; We were walking deeper and deeper into confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to allow Godwin, our three year old, to lead us through the maze. &amp;nbsp;"Dat way." &amp;nbsp;"Dat way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrqqO7-bZJ4/Tq_b_AAztDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5e_JKHwjH1A/s1600/IMG_4712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrqqO7-bZJ4/Tq_b_AAztDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5e_JKHwjH1A/s320/IMG_4712.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We continued walking in directions against our better judgement. &amp;nbsp; It was fun to let Godwin make the decisions about which way to go. &amp;nbsp;What harm could come from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKjb_zKVfwY/Tq_cO5WICaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/T7UETUdGeEU/s1600/IMG_4714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKjb_zKVfwY/Tq_cO5WICaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/T7UETUdGeEU/s320/IMG_4714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After we were far past any clear path, we came to yet another intersection. &amp;nbsp;"Which way should we go, Godwin?" &amp;nbsp;"Dat way," he responded pointing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid quickly stepped in. &amp;nbsp;"No Godwin, we are going to go this way," turning right. &amp;nbsp;Godwin no longer held the reigns to lead us, Reid was now showing us the way out. &amp;nbsp;"Come on, this way," Reid beckoned. Godwin, Mom and I followed. &amp;nbsp;Reid traipsed on ahead of us. &amp;nbsp;He was out of sight for a bit, but we could still hear his voice. &amp;nbsp;"Keep coming. This way." &amp;nbsp;Knowing Reid's voice, we continued on toward him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few moments, we were out of the maze. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness he led us on the right path. &amp;nbsp;Reid had led us out of confusion into safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0GB0anBx_w/Tq_cbY7uztI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5pZDLMR7KQg/s1600/IMG_4715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0GB0anBx_w/Tq_cbY7uztI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5pZDLMR7KQg/s320/IMG_4715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I looked back at the maze. &amp;nbsp;Corn everywhere. &amp;nbsp;It was difficult to see the correct path, even from the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the majority of our time trusting a three year old to lead us. &amp;nbsp;How could he know which way is on the right path? &amp;nbsp;Yet, we allowed him to be our guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Which way do I go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Dat way," respond the voices of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how many of us navigate life trusting the wisdom of others with the spiritual maturity of a three year old? &amp;nbsp;We allow advice to flow to us from people who are not grounded in God's word. &amp;nbsp;They tell us, "Go this way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, in the midst of chaos, once we are deep into a mess, the voice of the Father breaks in. &amp;nbsp;He whispers to us, "My child, you are on the wrong path. &amp;nbsp;You are headed no where. &amp;nbsp;Come this way. &amp;nbsp;Follow this path toward me, and I will lead you. &amp;nbsp;You simply need to follow. &amp;nbsp;Child, come. &amp;nbsp;Follow Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who is leading you today? &amp;nbsp;What are you following? &amp;nbsp;What path are you on and where is it leading? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God is beckoning you. &amp;nbsp;He is whispering wisdom to you. &amp;nbsp;Listen for His voice to lead you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Child, come. &amp;nbsp;Follow Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"The sheep hear His voice, and He calls His sheep own by name and leads them out. &amp;nbsp;When he has brought out all his own, He goes before them, and the sheep follow Him, for they know His voice." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;John 10:3b-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4252173823533007228?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4252173823533007228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4252173823533007228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4252173823533007228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4252173823533007228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/which-way-do-i-go.html' title='Which Way Do I Go?'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkPuZXto7eA/Tq_a9Wc2KxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ztEBEdcjHrw/s72-c/IMG_4694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5742193018106982660</id><published>2011-10-23T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:24:05.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s teaching in everyday things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Out the Middle of a Corn Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a wonderful day we had at the Corn Maze! &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Mom, for the wonderful treat. &amp;nbsp; I learned a &lt;a href="http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/which-way-do-i-go.html"&gt;life lesson as we followed Godwin&lt;/a&gt; throughout maze, and the Lord gave me a few verses for these photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how God is always speaking if we are listening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"But you are A CHOSEN RACE, A royal PRIESTHOOD, A HOLY NATION, A PEOPLE FOR God’s OWN POSSESSION, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;darkness&amp;nbsp;into His marvelous&amp;nbsp;light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1 Peter 2:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOMRC-W9aak/Tq_qKOUEbYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/e3k9otUX-wM/s1600/IMG_4700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOMRC-W9aak/Tq_qKOUEbYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/e3k9otUX-wM/s320/IMG_4700.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;"He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 7:38&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVfbUGZ2sBw/Tq_qbHoqcyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DnyyUlRuP3Q/s1600/IMG_4722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVfbUGZ2sBw/Tq_qbHoqcyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DnyyUlRuP3Q/s320/IMG_4722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daW7DJOtEh0/Tq_qu0yEq7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/ASS5fkiVsAE/s1600/IMG_4729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daW7DJOtEh0/Tq_qu0yEq7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/ASS5fkiVsAE/s320/IMG_4729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;"So these days were to be remembered and celebrated throughout every generation, every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;, every province and every city; and these days of Purim were not to fail from among the Jews, or their memory fade from their descendants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esther 9:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjlJpNbecf0/Tq_q9lF52wI/AAAAAAAAA3w/8JMfOVjXgak/s1600/IMG_4731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjlJpNbecf0/Tq_q9lF52wI/AAAAAAAAA3w/8JMfOVjXgak/s320/IMG_4731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zxfjPOlU90/Tq_rmssXD5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/1Otl3DLbu0w/s1600/IMG_4748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zxfjPOlU90/Tq_rmssXD5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/1Otl3DLbu0w/s320/IMG_4748.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_iPBE8oqM/Tq_sk6LiUVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/6YnzBdX770g/s1600/IMG_4761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_iPBE8oqM/Tq_sk6LiUVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/6YnzBdX770g/s320/IMG_4761.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For the pictures below, I thought about,&lt;i&gt; "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;An excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;is the crown of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, But she who shames him is like rottenness in his bones." Proverbs 12:4&lt;/i&gt;, but it sounded too prideful. &amp;nbsp;(Ha! &amp;nbsp;I am totally kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Actually, the following verse fits beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;flesh." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genesis 2:24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtV1xvQqHaI/Tq_ry5tLfTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/YKIkuQwYuWM/s1600/IMG_4750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtV1xvQqHaI/Tq_ry5tLfTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/YKIkuQwYuWM/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34FRaurP3ZQ/Tq_sAd3PukI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ymURnojti_Y/s1600/IMG_4754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34FRaurP3ZQ/Tq_sAd3PukI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ymURnojti_Y/s320/IMG_4754.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Now that Weston, our 11 year old, is passing me in height...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;"Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;children rise up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;blessed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proverbs 31:28&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfD_LoVj1PA/Tq_sSJ9MSmI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9dnZyI-nkss/s1600/IMG_4758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfD_LoVj1PA/Tq_sSJ9MSmI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9dnZyI-nkss/s320/IMG_4758.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, Lord, thank you. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed! &amp;nbsp;You are so good! &amp;nbsp;Thank you for speaking to me on this memorable day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5742193018106982660?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5742193018106982660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5742193018106982660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5742193018106982660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5742193018106982660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/out-middle-of-corn-field.html' title='Out the Middle of a Corn Field'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOMRC-W9aak/Tq_qKOUEbYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/e3k9otUX-wM/s72-c/IMG_4700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4951518592675159174</id><published>2011-10-22T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:48:29.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Call from our BIG GOD</title><content type='html'>We are back. &amp;nbsp;We've been waiting to post until our new blog was complete. &amp;nbsp;Yeah! &amp;nbsp;It's finally here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the delay? &amp;nbsp;We are making steps to move our family to Ghana, West Africa to serve our Lord. &amp;nbsp;God has clearly spoken to our hearts, that this is his plan for our family. &amp;nbsp;We plan to go and minister to the orphans in Ghana and also take the gospel of Jesus into the unreached areas of Ghana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="layoutArea"&gt;&lt;div class="column"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #67462f; font-family: MarkerFelt; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE NEEDS IN GHANA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Population - 23 million&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;People Groups - &amp;nbsp;109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Unreached Population - 2.3 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unreached People Groups - 19&lt;br /&gt;Orphans - 1 million &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #67462f; font-family: MarkerFelt; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #67462f; font-family: MarkerFelt; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORPHAN CARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande;"&gt;We will be partnering with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt;  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande;"&gt;respond to the many needs oforphans within the country. With insufficientfood and lacking medical attention the needis great, but their greatest need is to knowJesus. Our family plans to be the hands andfeet of Jesus to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;these forsaken little ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="column"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67462f; font-family: MarkerFelt; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="column"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67462f; font-family: MarkerFelt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REACHING THE UNREACHED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through &lt;i&gt;Meaningful Life International&lt;/i&gt;, we will share the gospel with outlying tribal areas who have not yet heardthe name of Christ. We will be extendinghope through training local pastors,organizing medical outreaches, drilling wellsfor clean drinking water, and buildingsustainable relationships to empower thepeople of Ghana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f8a5c; font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God has been working on our hearts for quite a while. &amp;nbsp;He has asked us live as if we truly understand, "Each man's life if but a breath." &amp;nbsp;(Psalm 39:5) &amp;nbsp;He has asked us to step off the luxury cruise liner into the waves with our eyes fixed only on Him. &amp;nbsp;He has asked us to "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation." &amp;nbsp;(Mark 16:15) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;send, and who will go for us?" Then&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;said, "Here&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;I!&amp;nbsp;Send&amp;nbsp;me." &amp;nbsp;(Isaiah 6:8) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He has asked us to live out what we believe&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Yes, Lord, send us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We live such an adventure with Christ, don't we? &amp;nbsp;So, are we crazy? &amp;nbsp;Are we fools?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some say we are. &amp;nbsp;Some have said that to our family. &amp;nbsp;If we were not certain of God's call for us, I think these comments would cause us to waver. &amp;nbsp; However, if our gaze is fixed on Him and our ears are tuned to His voice then the other voices fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God is writing a story. His story. &amp;nbsp;He is writing &lt;i&gt;history&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Every person has a role to play in this chapter. &amp;nbsp;Our role is to GO. &amp;nbsp;To minister on the ground in Ghana. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What is your role? &amp;nbsp;What is God asking of you? &amp;nbsp;You have an important role in His story as well. &amp;nbsp;What is it? &amp;nbsp;My prayer for you today is that you would step into the adventure. &amp;nbsp;Whatever that looks like. &amp;nbsp;In whatever way God says. &amp;nbsp;My guess is that it will not be comfortable, and it will not make sense to the world, but it will be part of God's incredible plan for this world. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Step into the adventure...won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Each man's life is but a breath..." &amp;nbsp;Psalm 39:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4951518592675159174?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4951518592675159174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4951518592675159174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4951518592675159174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4951518592675159174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-call-from-our-big-god.html' title='A Big Call from our BIG GOD'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1404984551865175056</id><published>2011-09-30T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:04:51.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Single Prayer... Answered</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've been recovering from a medical procedure.  The rest has allowed me some time for reflection and contemplation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I was looking over our prayer requests we had during Godwin's adoption. &amp;nbsp;Do you know every single prayer request was answered? &amp;nbsp;Every single one! &amp;nbsp;How great it is to reflect on all the Lord has done for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were our requests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For God's GLORY - first and foremost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For protection - over this child we've yet to meet. Specifically, please pray for healing of his health. Also, please pray those caring for him will know how to help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For discernment - clearly following God's leading - boy or girl, boys or girls, or boy and girl???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWERED! God led us to a 2 1/2 year old boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For provision - may we trust completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For clarity of purpose - staying in HIS will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For courage - to say YES to anything the Lord asks of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For mercy in the adoption process - to be granted an adoption decree instead of a two year placement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For patience - in God's perfect timing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the hope of Christ to be continually believed without wavering doubt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For trust - even in the midst of concerning news about our child, may we trust in God's providence and sovereignty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Our Lord is great and greatly to be praised. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Lord, for hearing our prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice always,&amp;nbsp;pray without ceasing,&amp;nbsp;give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1404984551865175056?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1404984551865175056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1404984551865175056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1404984551865175056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1404984551865175056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-single-prayer-answered.html' title='Every Single Prayer... Answered'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8846104884635482973</id><published>2011-09-30T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:05:06.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince or Pauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our seven year old, Braden, is in a book club. &amp;nbsp;They boys are currently reading through Mark Twain's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Prince and the Pauper&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The story is about two boys who trade places from poverty to kingship. &amp;nbsp;They both realize "the other life" is not what they expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smokenmirrorsblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/prince.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://smokenmirrorsblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/prince.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home last week trying to make conversation, I asked Braden if he felt more like a prince or more like a pauper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of silence, Braden answered, "Well, I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like a prince, but I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; I'm a pauper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit confused, I questioned, "Why is that, Braden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wisdom of Solomon, he answered, "Well Mom, God is the only one with riches. &amp;nbsp;He's rich in everything. &amp;nbsp;I know I am just a poor pauper...I'm nothing without him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;The LORD sends poverty and wealth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;he humbles and he exalts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;He raises the poor from the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;and lifts the needy from the ash heap;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;he seats them with princes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and has them inherit a throne of honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Samuel 2:7-8a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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long,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've missed writing to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please check back in a week,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all there is to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Announcement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Same blog time. &amp;nbsp;Same blog channel. &amp;nbsp;(No address change)&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/8668264909689257283-1620634320582414123?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1429468534134151734</id><published>2011-08-29T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:05:40.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say I'm behind?</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me for not blogging. &amp;nbsp;So much is happening in our life, that it is a whirlwind! &amp;nbsp;When can I find the time? &amp;nbsp; It's not the first time I've been behind and I'm sure it will not be the last. &amp;nbsp;However, my hopes at that I'll begin writing again - maybe Reid will even post here as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is stretching me, growing me, and revealing things in my own heart that I would prefer not to see. &amp;nbsp;Ugh! &amp;nbsp;More dross to burn away! &amp;nbsp;Learning to trust more, speak less, and follow wherever the Lord leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin is speaking in complete sentences and sharing more of his thoughts. &amp;nbsp;He's growing fast adding weight and height. &amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;He still loves to be held close. &amp;nbsp;For this, I am grateful! &amp;nbsp;He's loves cars and trucks. &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine life without his sweet presence in our family! &amp;nbsp;What a JOY he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden, at seven years old, is now practically wearing the same size shoe as his mom. &amp;nbsp;This is why I can never find my flip-flops. &amp;nbsp;When I become anxious, he speaks truth by telling me, "Trust God, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston is enjoying his first year at Rivers Edge Christian Academy. &amp;nbsp;He is making friends and spending lots of time on his school work. &amp;nbsp;Right now, he is teaching Godwin how to hook a train up to his truck and run it around our den. &amp;nbsp;Beep! &amp;nbsp;Beep! &amp;nbsp;Oh, the joy of boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin's heart has enlarged for the world. &amp;nbsp;He often mentions children in Ghana - wondering how they are doing. &amp;nbsp;As I type this, he is drilling holes for the pull-up bar to be installed below our new deck. &amp;nbsp;(Many, many friends helped finish the deck! &amp;nbsp;It is done! &amp;nbsp;It is beautiful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason shows his love frequently to his brothers by tending to them before his own needs. &amp;nbsp;As I watch him, I realize I still have so much to learn. &amp;nbsp;He's written a new song for Feeding the Orphans. &amp;nbsp;His song is the cry of the orphans and his own response to it. &amp;nbsp;Mmmm...mmm...mm... &amp;nbsp;For me, his song is a tear jerker. &amp;nbsp;Such truth from a 14 year old heart! &amp;nbsp;"I will follow you no matter the cost..." &amp;nbsp;Yes, I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid and I are both on a new journey of trust. &amp;nbsp;We have big plans on the horizon for our family. &amp;nbsp;When God calls you, you go. &amp;nbsp;When God leads you, you follow. &amp;nbsp;When God stretches you, you s-t-r-e-t-c-h. &amp;nbsp;This is where we find ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to share, but my mind is unable to articulate well right now. &amp;nbsp;We are so grateful to the Lord we serve for the opportunity He offers to be part of His work here on earth. &amp;nbsp;What a privilege and honor. &amp;nbsp;He chooses human vessels to do his work. &amp;nbsp;We (and you) are his hands and feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would covet your prayers for our family. &amp;nbsp;Thank you friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The LORD had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I will make you into a great nation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and I will bless you;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will make your name great,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and you will be a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Genesis 12:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Please keep checking back. &amp;nbsp;We hope to be posting updates more often. &amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;Grateful to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1429468534134151734?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1429468534134151734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1429468534134151734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1429468534134151734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1429468534134151734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/08/can-you-say-im-behind.html' title='Can you say I&apos;m behind?'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3830139988695635182</id><published>2011-08-20T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:17:48.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Braden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SKRgro6g6Q/TgFijkTQ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GS2-RHegqFE/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SKRgro6g6Q/TgFijkTQ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GS2-RHegqFE/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A few of my favorite pics from one of the last games. Like his brothers, Braden loves baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1Mu7c7zsoY/TgFijnlfPqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/JRR8z3lRpKg/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1Mu7c7zsoY/TgFijnlfPqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/JRR8z3lRpKg/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfXC2q_pNEw/TgFikavsovI/AAAAAAAAAx8/k6GeCpg6j10/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfXC2q_pNEw/TgFikavsovI/AAAAAAAAAx8/k6GeCpg6j10/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhJu5mVKR0Y/TgFikfoTa8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/_ZeaRGoLths/s1600/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhJu5mVKR0Y/TgFikfoTa8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/_ZeaRGoLths/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Braden's team was undefeated this season. &amp;nbsp;They won the Championship, coming home with a large trophy. &amp;nbsp;Go Twins! &amp;nbsp;Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3830139988695635182?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3830139988695635182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3830139988695635182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3830139988695635182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3830139988695635182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/baseball-braden.html' title='Baseball Braden'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SKRgro6g6Q/TgFijkTQ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GS2-RHegqFE/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-389750610651906165</id><published>2011-08-20T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:17:24.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Franklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pav9eav_7lg/TgFj-bPn7YI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nRfxTvpyp7g/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pav9eav_7lg/TgFj-bPn7YI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nRfxTvpyp7g/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU2kyCxacGw/TgFj-QFkiUI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dR8mopb3gts/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU2kyCxacGw/TgFj-QFkiUI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dR8mopb3gts/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uARs4OGqpA/TgFj-54_3YI/AAAAAAAAAyc/U8_xUvZKJV4/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uARs4OGqpA/TgFj-54_3YI/AAAAAAAAAyc/U8_xUvZKJV4/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMVKxwy-P3s/TgFj_W8IHeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/II5m0UHBRyo/s1600/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMVKxwy-P3s/TgFj_W8IHeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/II5m0UHBRyo/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Franklin loves the game and I love watching him. &amp;nbsp;God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-389750610651906165?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/389750610651906165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=389750610651906165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/389750610651906165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/389750610651906165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/10/baseball-franklin.html' title='Baseball Franklin'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pav9eav_7lg/TgFj-bPn7YI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nRfxTvpyp7g/s72-c/IMG_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5552690987340890915</id><published>2011-06-12T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:05:53.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dollar A Day?</title><content type='html'>Today I had the great privilege to spend the day with &lt;a href="http://awsmiles4hope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Walton&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Reid and I met Amanda last year while taking the Perspectives course on World missions. &amp;nbsp; Soon after the course ended she sold everything and moved to Kenya to live in an orphanage for a year.&amp;nbsp; Today she shared with us.&amp;nbsp; Her experiences, her heart growth, her advice, her joy, and her life calling today - now that she is back home.&amp;nbsp; Amanda's maturity surpasses most people I know though she is much younger.&amp;nbsp; She truly follows the Lord's leading and glorifies him in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Amanda was living in Kenya, she spent one week living on one dollar per day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Yes, one dollar per day&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Because I will do injustice to her journey if I try to explain it, I'll share the video she made.&amp;nbsp; It's very thought provoking and challenging.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to live differently after watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOnmzmNFaqY"&gt;A Dollar A Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Reid preached on Matthew 15.&amp;nbsp; One thing he said struck me.&amp;nbsp; There are many other religions doing good things - feeding the poor, caring for orphans and widows, drilling wells, etc...&amp;nbsp; So if we, as Christians, are doing these "good things" but not in the name of Jesus then it is all in vain.&amp;nbsp; In vain.&amp;nbsp; May the works of our hands proclaim his name to the nations.&amp;nbsp; May His love shine through in all that is done.&amp;nbsp; May people come to know Christ through the love they have been shown as they have heard the gospel of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One organization that we know of&amp;nbsp; is striving to do all in the name of Christ.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/"&gt;FEEDING THE ORPHANS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; Check it out if you would like to help.&amp;nbsp; There are so many ways to give others the love of Christ in the name of Christ.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“‘These people honor me with their lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;but their hearts are far from me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;They worship me in vain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;their teachings are merely human rules.’”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 15:8-9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The righteous &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;care about justice for the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;poor, but the wicked have no such concern.&amp;nbsp; Proverbs 29:7&lt;/b&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/8668264909689257283-5552690987340890915?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5552690987340890915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5552690987340890915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5552690987340890915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5552690987340890915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/06/dollar-day.html' title='A Dollar A Day?'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-6129708977270951799</id><published>2011-04-28T21:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:06:10.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traditional Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>Now most of our family photos in the house look incomplete because most of them were taken before Godwin was with us.&amp;nbsp; We are trying to fill the frames with photos of our complete family now!&amp;nbsp; Here are&amp;nbsp;a few taken on Sunday!&amp;nbsp; Oh, we praise God for His goodness to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTdZI7mVCGM/TboUUn-57pI/AAAAAAAAAwI/vHmV7fTFMuY/s1600/P1030213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTdZI7mVCGM/TboUUn-57pI/AAAAAAAAAwI/vHmV7fTFMuY/s320/P1030213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, our friends, the O'Learys with Feeding the Orphans, challenged us to wear adoption shirts on Easter.&amp;nbsp; Why spend the money on new clothes when that money could be used to help orphans?&amp;nbsp; Isn't the day of Jesus' resurrection about his adoption of us anyway?&amp;nbsp; Oh, we loved the simplicity of it.&amp;nbsp; It is so true!&amp;nbsp; We donned our t-shirts along with many families in our church.&amp;nbsp; Love it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRisplucbBk/TboUUOvSCQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/M3e08xtEs4M/s1600/P1030224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRisplucbBk/TboUUOvSCQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/M3e08xtEs4M/s320/P1030224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hstAAWXj0Hk/TboUUdOFStI/AAAAAAAAAwA/pk03_NRxy2c/s1600/P1030226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hstAAWXj0Hk/TboUUdOFStI/AAAAAAAAAwA/pk03_NRxy2c/s320/P1030226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Our complete family - including Mathiang!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRz3XbHuCb8/TboUUtVcVTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/iIqrYateWx8/s1600/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRz3XbHuCb8/TboUUtVcVTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/iIqrYateWx8/s320/P1030393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-6129708977270951799?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/6129708977270951799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=6129708977270951799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6129708977270951799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6129708977270951799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/traditional-easter-pictures.html' title='The Traditional Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTdZI7mVCGM/TboUUn-57pI/AAAAAAAAAwI/vHmV7fTFMuY/s72-c/P1030213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3898377948776922747</id><published>2011-04-28T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:49:02.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpity Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Just four weeks ago, Godwin stepped onto the trampoline at my parent's house and couldn't even lift his feet.&amp;nbsp; Now he's jumping, jumping, and jumping.&amp;nbsp; It's beautiful to see him bounce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYHU_19NzOw/TboTRp2W5QI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wPKAJAN_kwo/s1600/P1030300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYHU_19NzOw/TboTRp2W5QI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wPKAJAN_kwo/s320/P1030300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJYJ1HXlQE/TboTRnRNTgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/GTlnGD_ozgc/s1600/P1030303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJYJ1HXlQE/TboTRnRNTgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/GTlnGD_ozgc/s320/P1030303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNJv5iYfus0/TboTR7ByriI/AAAAAAAAAvo/mtKqcZFgz90/s1600/P1030304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNJv5iYfus0/TboTR7ByriI/AAAAAAAAAvo/mtKqcZFgz90/s320/P1030304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bF2ok0Q1kfg/TboTRxsIjSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DQS2Z0kmvIA/s1600/P1030309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bF2ok0Q1kfg/TboTRxsIjSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DQS2Z0kmvIA/s320/P1030309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Do you think he's happy or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3898377948776922747?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3898377948776922747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3898377948776922747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3898377948776922747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3898377948776922747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/jumpity-jump.html' title='Jumpity Jump'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYHU_19NzOw/TboTRp2W5QI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wPKAJAN_kwo/s72-c/P1030300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-971052365145579799</id><published>2011-04-28T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:48:39.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroying the Deck - Phase 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4_cTBi7HM/TboSnjpg2yI/AAAAAAAAAu4/guq4GeziBKs/s1600/P1030159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4_cTBi7HM/TboSnjpg2yI/AAAAAAAAAu4/guq4GeziBKs/s320/P1030159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Now our old deck sits completely in our backyard.&amp;nbsp; I know the neighbors love it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDXsb7BdV7s/TboSnv1av5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/0uro6HQsqnc/s1600/P1030157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDXsb7BdV7s/TboSnv1av5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/0uro6HQsqnc/s320/P1030157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I have signs posted and a huge table blocking the doorway to be sure we don't go out the door!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's frightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-X98hIO0S8/TboSnxNu54I/AAAAAAAAAvI/hx3lP1mc5l8/s1600/P1030155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-X98hIO0S8/TboSnxNu54I/AAAAAAAAAvI/hx3lP1mc5l8/s320/P1030155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Of course, I had to include one pitcure of our adorable Godwin in his new sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLMtPegN2ss/TboSoLNrFMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0wBvZxSQLFg/s1600/P1030153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLMtPegN2ss/TboSoLNrFMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0wBvZxSQLFg/s320/P1030153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, this is our backyard!&amp;nbsp; Anyone want to come for a deck-raising party??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-971052365145579799?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/971052365145579799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=971052365145579799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/971052365145579799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/971052365145579799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/destroying-deck-phase-2.html' title='Destroying the Deck - Phase 2'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4_cTBi7HM/TboSnjpg2yI/AAAAAAAAAu4/guq4GeziBKs/s72-c/P1030159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3491522362604006872</id><published>2011-04-28T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:43:49.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroying the Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlw3uzTkSHQ/TboSFz_Y-pI/AAAAAAAAAuY/e32Wmx9VYiY/s1600/P1030136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlw3uzTkSHQ/TboSFz_Y-pI/AAAAAAAAAuY/e32Wmx9VYiY/s320/P1030136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who know Omar, you know he's a big boy.&amp;nbsp; Actually, for a 13 year old, he's a HUGE boy.&amp;nbsp; Omar spends many weekends with us, and a last weekend he stayed here.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday afternoon, he was walking down our back steps and...went through one...&amp;nbsp; After going through the one rotten board, he toppled down taking out four more steps!&amp;nbsp; It was frightening, but he was fine.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two days, Reid had taken off the steps.&amp;nbsp; Nearly all were rotten.&amp;nbsp; With a three year old now, it's a bit dangerous to have a deck without steps attached.&amp;nbsp; Soooo....when Reid examined the deck in its entirety he realized that it wouldn't be long before the entire thing came crashing down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Much of it was dilapidated.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid came up with a plan to build a new deck and gave the boys a very fun job - taking down the back deck!&amp;nbsp; Every boy in our neighborhood has come to help with the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Agv1V__ki1I/TboSGKHfsHI/AAAAAAAAAug/dJ_eVExNhJ0/s1600/P1030139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Agv1V__ki1I/TboSGKHfsHI/AAAAAAAAAug/dJ_eVExNhJ0/s320/P1030139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNR4vSiKQus/TboSGD_ZExI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5LXv8Ps39MM/s1600/P1030141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNR4vSiKQus/TboSGD_ZExI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5LXv8Ps39MM/s320/P1030141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;The boys have a plan for a fantastic fort in the woods to be constructed out of the wooden boards.&amp;nbsp; Airsoft games are around the corner this summer for sure!&amp;nbsp; Even Godwin Derrick helped - whenever he wasn't being carried by one of&amp;nbsp;his brothers!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-HNeorUGaY/TboSGSaFaAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/555gPREsFiw/s1600/P1030142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-HNeorUGaY/TboSGSaFaAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/555gPREsFiw/s320/P1030142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3491522362604006872?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3491522362604006872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3491522362604006872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3491522362604006872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3491522362604006872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/destroying-deck.html' title='Destroying the Deck'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlw3uzTkSHQ/TboSFz_Y-pI/AAAAAAAAAuY/e32Wmx9VYiY/s72-c/P1030136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2825279683173689778</id><published>2011-04-28T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:36:06.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8Hg_Kk3Iw/TboRp4vB5LI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QjT97k23Lf0/s1600/P1030121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8Hg_Kk3Iw/TboRp4vB5LI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QjT97k23Lf0/s320/P1030121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;It's that timeof year again.&amp;nbsp; Back to the ball field to watch Franklin and Braden swing the bat.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it's because Reid played, but I love to watch our kids play America's favorite past-time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHuLvbtadSM/TboRpzjt2HI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ehma6WaiO-U/s1600/P1030106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHuLvbtadSM/TboRpzjt2HI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ehma6WaiO-U/s320/P1030106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Godwin Derrick doesn't quite understand where to place the mitts!&amp;nbsp; So cute!&amp;nbsp; He loves going to the baseball field where he can run and play.&amp;nbsp; He's making lots of friends quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zl8JnMT4LtQ/TboRqCPSSQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k8U0UVq1KZ8/s1600/P1030101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zl8JnMT4LtQ/TboRqCPSSQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k8U0UVq1KZ8/s320/P1030101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Franklin is playing pitcher and first-base this year.&amp;nbsp; Not to brag, but God has gifted him as an athlete.&amp;nbsp; He always knows what to do and how to do it.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_gkYNI8nFg/TboRqEdI1WI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/m78gQl1ca1U/s1600/P1030125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_gkYNI8nFg/TboRqEdI1WI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/m78gQl1ca1U/s320/P1030125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-2825279683173689778?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/2825279683173689778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=2825279683173689778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2825279683173689778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2825279683173689778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/baseball-begins.html' title='Baseball Begins!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8Hg_Kk3Iw/TboRp4vB5LI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QjT97k23Lf0/s72-c/P1030121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8601414514850423837</id><published>2011-04-28T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:30:58.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has HATCHED!</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed an evening with our friends, Chad and Stephanie Bowling, who are also adopting two children from Ghana.&amp;nbsp; The boys were captivated by their baby chicks and ducklings!&amp;nbsp; Quack-quack!&amp;nbsp; I love Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzhiHl6yvqc/TboRF2PZPOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ep7UcCi5EVU/s1600/P1030130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzhiHl6yvqc/TboRF2PZPOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ep7UcCi5EVU/s320/P1030130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2oRDaYjh7Q/TboRGHea-8I/AAAAAAAAAto/XDIBTq9zgXE/s1600/P1030131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2oRDaYjh7Q/TboRGHea-8I/AAAAAAAAAto/XDIBTq9zgXE/s320/P1030131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1wQYKN8ZCA/TboRGXkZoOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hxXJhOGgVO0/s1600/P1030133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1wQYKN8ZCA/TboRGXkZoOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hxXJhOGgVO0/s320/P1030133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8601414514850423837?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8601414514850423837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8601414514850423837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8601414514850423837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8601414514850423837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-has-hatched.html' title='Spring has HATCHED!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzhiHl6yvqc/TboRF2PZPOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ep7UcCi5EVU/s72-c/P1030130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3493471102243134996</id><published>2011-03-31T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:03:14.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Class My Students Will Always Remember</title><content type='html'>Today I made a very noticeable error teaching my class about the bombing of Fort McHenry during the War of 1812. Instead of the reading "fort" I read the following sentence to my class: &lt;i&gt;The British sent two bomb vessels and a number of barges to pass the FART and assail it in the rear...&lt;/i&gt; Yes, I really said that. No, I'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3493471102243134996?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3493471102243134996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3493471102243134996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3493471102243134996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3493471102243134996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-class-my-students-will-always.html' title='One Class My Students Will Always Remember'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4318311861704867223</id><published>2011-03-23T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:33:30.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Godwin Derrick's HOMECOMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gi_7C65sdw0?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4318311861704867223?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4318311861704867223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4318311861704867223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4318311861704867223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4318311861704867223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/godwin-derricks-homecoming.html' title='Godwin Derrick&apos;s HOMECOMING'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gi_7C65sdw0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1914047198765536096</id><published>2011-03-17T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:08:24.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Prayer</title><content type='html'>I've received this prayer from three different people today as an encouragement. What a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I arise today through God's strength to pilot me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's might to uphold me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's wisdom to guide me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's eye to see before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's ear to hear me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's word to speak for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's hand to guard me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's way to lie before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's shield to protect me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's host to secure me - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;against snares of devils, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;against temptations and vices, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;against inclinations of nature, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;against everyone who shall wish me ill, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;afar and anear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone and in a crowd... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ be with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ behind me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ beneath me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ above me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ on my right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ on my left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ where I lie, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ where I sit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ where I arise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ in every eye that sees me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ in every ear that hears me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is of the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is of the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is of the Christ. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Your salvation, O Lord, be ever with us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, thank you Jesus! Thank you friends for sending these words of truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1914047198765536096?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1914047198765536096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1914047198765536096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1914047198765536096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1914047198765536096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-prayer.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-6031876365341475960</id><published>2011-03-17T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:49:07.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing Prayer</title><content type='html'>My sincerest apologies for my lack of communication on our blog. The internet here is extremely slow so pictures will have to wait until we are home, but I'm going to copy some of the e-mails we have sent so you will know what has been happening here! So much!! Oh, we praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have awoken this morning needing prayer.  Godwin Derrick has a very high fever, shallow breathing, etc...  Lenusia suspects malaria.  I have given him the medicine available here by suppository, but wonder if this could affect us coming into the states if he is ill.  Please pray.  Our flight leaves tomorrow.  HIs fever needs to break.  Dorinda is home as well today with malaria.   The Lord was gracious to allow us to be stay with a doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden also has several blisters coming up on his arms and legs.  Mason is having an infection begin as well.  We suspect a staff infection which he is particularly prone towards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here with Godwin Derrick today, but Reid and the boys left several hours ago to go to the deprived school with John, Marvin, Dominique, and a few others.  Please pray for God to keep them safe as well.   They are visiting the most deprived area yet.  This village is extremely impoverished -more than anywhere we have been on this trip.  I expect they will arrive home late this evening after traveling bumpy roads for hours.  :-)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Internet is sporatic, so my communication will be as well.  We are all fine and rest in the truth that "nothing can twart the plans of God."  All things are in his sovereign plan, but we do need prayer right now.  The Lord has been so faithful and we know we will overcome this minor adversity.  May the Lord's presence be evident to you all.   We are so grateful for you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This illness has actually been a blessing.  Godwin Derrick has been held in my arms most of the day.  He fell asleep on me this afternoon and rested well.  The medication seems to be kicking in as his spirits seem better.  We don't expect any delays coming home.  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The e-mails you have sent have been precious reminders of each of you. We are extremely grateful for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was filled with ministry opportunities. Although the service started at 7 am, Mason played beautifully at Cedar Mountain. I was asked to teach their children, and did a lesson on becoming a new creation in Christ. The children all received a card from someone in the States. The 45 children knew God's Word and all asked when we would be back. From Cedar Mountain, we headed to Freedom Life Chapel where Reid has been preaching this week. Reid challenged the congregation to become workers in God's harvest field. He used the light sticks to remind everyone to be the light of Christ in the world. Oh, the children were thrilled. Reid presented Pastor David with 14 Bibles from Water Angels. Pastor David said he had been specifically praying for Bibles that the congregation could give away to others. It was beautiful to see the Lord answer this prayer! We were told that our family was the first white skin in the nine year old church. Everyone was so welcoming toward us. At the end of the service, they presented Reid and I both with new clothes. We now have two matching outfits - African style! What a significant gift! Can't wait to wear them in Knoxville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Weston's 11th birthday. We ventured toward the coast to do two "tourist" activities. Our driver, Daniel, gave Weston his first birthday gift. He had to wear a smiley-face hat all day, compliments of Daniel! Very sweet! For his birthday, we all survived the rope bridge canopy walk in Kakuma National Park. All seven of us walked seven rope bridges extending from 12 to 120 feet into the air. Mason, Franklin, and Reid took turns carrying Godwin Derrick. He was a bit nervous walking on the swinging bridges, and I don't blame him! Mason and Franklin scared us all by performing flips on the ropes! (Karl and Grant Hengeveld would have been so proud!) Amazingly, within our small group was another mission team from Farragut Church of Christ! Can you believe we met another group from our hometown! The leader of the group, Paul Phelps, knows my mother!!! It's a small world after all! We exchanged information and hope to connect once we are back home. Nothing is coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bridges, we toured the slave castle at Cape Coast. Heartbreaking! The boys were all moved by the tragedy of this period in history. As I walked through the "Door of No Return," I was holding Godwin Derrick. Chills covered my arms as I wondered about his ancestors, his family, those who have gone before. The dungeons, the smells, the marking on the floor from the shackles. It made my heart hurt. Our friend, Amela, came with us. She is native Ghanian. She confessed to crying during the tour during her first trip to the castle. This is the history of her people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we had another slight run-in with the police. Our trip home was delayed a few hours because the van we were in was missing a "triangle." It only had one, but legally should have had two. Sadly, the police here seem very corrupt. After an offer of ten cedis ($7 American), the driver's license was returned and we were on the road again. We are learning the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home to find Weston's beautiful Ghanaian birthday cake. We ate Red-red, rice, and fried plantain. Yum! Weston loved his gift we brought from home - a personalized Bible. He's been reading it frequently since receiving it. Today, he read the e-mails some of you sent for his birthday. He grinned from ear-to-ear. We were without power for a few days and it did not return until the late evening of his birthday. The return of electricity was a wonderful birthday gift for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we started the day with a Bible Study with the staff of Meaningful Life International (MLI). The boys all came, and we participated as a family. The lives represented in the room were full of people sold out for the mission of Christ. Beautiful! Afterwards, we visited the Accra mall. Quite expensive. We realized you really can find anything you want here, but you may pay a hefty price tag. A five pound bag of flour cost 12 cedis ($8 American), a small bag of shredded cheese = 9 cedis ($6.50 American). Gas is sold by the liter, and costs 1.65 cedis; roughly $7.00 per gallon. (Since coming to Tema, we have spent $400+ on gas alone!!) The cost of living here is very high. Ghanaians are called magicians because they can make their money go so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day visiting the hospital MLI is building. The Doron Medical Center will be a tremendous blessing to this community. Strategically located, they will meet the needs of numerous people, and also house mission teams coming to work in this country. The foundation is done, and now the structure is beginning. Funds are still greatly needed for this to become a reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the four oldest boys attended a Ghanaian school for the day. Braden was the most apprehensive, but he enjoyed the day tremendously. All four of the boys made friends, learned some new things (Twi, French, etc...), and were glad that they went for the day. At the end of the school day, the superintendent took our photograph so we could be on the website as "friends" of the school. I will say this school was top-notch. They placed first in the nation for education last year. The winner of the national spelling bee was in Mason's class. Very, very smart students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boys were in school, Reid and I went back to the orphanage where Godwin Derrick lived. It was difficult emotionally today for me. Some things within the home disturbed me. Children were crying and needed more attention than they were receiving. When we left, his best friend, Isaac, ran out the door calling his name. He was crying. Several children called for him as he stepped into the van. I wondered, when we he see them again? I pray the Lord will care for these children. May He hold them until they have parents who can love them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head to Nyive, eastward from Ho. It is a five hour drive each way. We will be visiting a deprived school. Tonight, John came by to share with us about the school. There are several hundred children in the village. The school? It meets under a tree. (What will I do with the posters I brought to give to this school? Not exactly the most needed supply.) Tomorrow we will be giving the bags from Water Angels and clothing to the children. Please pray for all of this to be done only in the name of Jesus. May all of the gifts be secondary to sharing the gospel of Jesus. Please pray for our safety in travel tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, our plans are to first purchase the mattresses for John's home, CKO. (Feeding the Orphans project!) After this, we hope to go to the market before boarding the plane to head HOME!! We expect to arrive in Knoxville at 1:50 pm as a family of seven. We look forward to seeing our precious friends and family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUESTS:&lt;br /&gt;Braden has numerous blisters coming up on his legs and arms. We are treating them with an iodine antibiotic, and hopeful they will be healed. Dr. Lu (our friend we are staying with) thinks this could be a staff infection, so please pray for Braden to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorinda, the daughter of Godwin and Lunesia (our friends we are staying with), is also sick. She has a high fever and other symptoms. The doctor in the house believes she has malaria. (Lenusia is a doctor here in Ghana.) Please pray for her as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty." Psalm 91:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continual prayer covering. They are felt by all of us! 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We are grateful and can feel your prayers for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys are engaging more quickly with people.  Their comfort level is rising here.  Praise God!  None of the older boys have ever seemed uncomfortable, but they have not been relaxed.  That is changing.  We can count the number of light skinned people we have seen here on two hands.  It's a different world for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Godwin Derrick's orphanage, he was unsettled which required Reid or myself to be holding him.  I think he was fearful we would leave him.  although we assured him over and over, I realized we have yet to earn his trust.  Whenever we gave attention to another child, Godwin Derrick said, "Go!" to the other children.  Please pray he will feel safe and secure with us.  Tomorrow we head back to CKO, then travel to settle in at Tema, then Reid will be preaching at a church service.  We don't know where, and he just found out tonight that this is planned so please pray for his message.  May he only speak the words God gives him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was using my electric toothbrush to brush my teeth, I thought about the people here who use a stick to clean their teeth.  There is so much to process and take in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid has prayed for every place we have visited: the village, the orphanage, etc...  Please pray for Ghana to be a City on a Hill whose light cannot be hidden.  The region we visited yesterday was more muslim.  We have seen many mosques as well.  Please pray for the light of Jesus to shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4776543142126119370?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4776543142126119370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4776543142126119370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4776543142126119370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4776543142126119370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-12-13-in-ghana.html' title='March 12-13 in Ghana'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2837529570076185524</id><published>2011-03-07T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:54:01.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving with Grandmother</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for praying for today.  It's been one of the hardest days of my life.  Meeting Godwin Derrick's grandmother will always be a cherished gift.  She loved him so much.  It was obvious her heart was breaking.  She sobbed the entire time.   One of his great-uncles even had tears in his eyes.  This is very uncommon in Ghana.  The entire meeting was almost like a ceremony.  Many of the villagers silently watched as she handed him over to me then continued weeping.  I was weeping as well.   As I looked into the faces of the children, I realized that Godwin Derrick is probably related to many of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grieved so much.  The poverty was unspeakable.  Many of the children were not dressed beyond underwear.  No food or livestock in sight.  No well to speak of.  No water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left from there and traveled further out to the Christ Outreach orphanage.  We stopped on our way and bought food for Feeding the Orphans to deliver.  We spent $270 cedis on rice, oil, tomatoes, and corned beef for the children.  This seemed to be a great blessing.  The children were ectatic.  Then we learned that this orphanage for 30 children was without water.  They did not have the $40 cedis to purchase it.  However, all of the children were filled with JOY and of the 8 children I interviewed while we were there, all of them quoted a different favorite Bible verse or passage.  (Yes, they quoted entire passages!)  I was amazed.  These children needed food, and were without water yet, they were still filled with JOY!  I can learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm struggling with the vast difference in the world's wealth.  During our devotion tonight, we asked the boys if there was anything they realized today.  Braden, our 7 year old, said, "I realize how rich we are.  We are really wealthy."  Mason is now thankful for paved roads.  (We were driving for nearly 5 hours today traveling to these two places.)  Weston is thankful for trashcans. There is trash everywhere here.)  And, Franklin said he thought a lot about what it would have been like if Godwin Derrick had grown up in his village.   This sits precariously close to our heart because Reid and I both grieved the children who were in dire need within both of these places today.  We hurt tonight.  For the forgotten.  The ones whom we have been to busy ourselves to remember.  I pray we will never again forget.  What I've experienced today is reality for most of the world.  And, I've realized our family needs to take responsibility to care for a tiny part of it.  More than we have.   I wish I could convey all of this more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are visiting another orphanage.  The one where Godwin Derrick has lived most of his short life.  I rejoice because several of our friends are adopting from this home.  Yet, while I am excited for these kids, tonight I'm thinking of the ones who are still hoping for a family.  I think of the older boys at CKO who were adorable, but will likely never come into a home.  What is their future if they have no family here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our hearts continue to be broken for what breaks God's heart.  Please also pray for our entire family to shine the light of Christ to everyone we encounter here.  Our boys have been tremendous troopers.  Our two rooms have two beds total, so each night one of the boys has been sleeping on the tile floor with only a sheet under him...not a single complaint.  Today, we were traveling on difficult dirt roads will bumps all the way for nearly five hours...not a single complaint.  Today we were out all day so there was no lunch...not one complaint.  What a treasure to see their hearts already surrendered to giving up for others.  Thank you for praying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonding between all of us has been incredible.  Godwin Derrick seems to love us all and feels safe in our arms.  He immediately stopped crying whenhis grandmother handed him to me today.  A picture of peace.  What a beautiful gift from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to post the pictures on Facebook and have posted a lot.  Our connection here is very slow, so please look at the pictures there if you can.  It's difficult to do e-mail and the blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you all and are praying for you here!  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font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;What an incredible first day!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Completely God-filled!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Completely joy-filled!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Completely family-ministry-filled!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Completely-filled with surprises in Ghana!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;We traveled today to Teshi and spent the day at Charity Kingdom Outreach&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(CKO).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On our way, we stopped to purchase some water to take for all of the children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nearly all of the stores are road-side kiosks selling everything from toilet paper to fresh coconut.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at a tiny place near CKO to make our purchase.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our driver, Pessy, honked his horn while Reid waited for someone to come take the money for the bags of water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A young teenage boy came out in his underwear to greet us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(I am not kidding!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The boys took this in with a bit of shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;After our side venture, we arrived at CKO.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This children’s home is run by a young pastor, John, and his wife, Irene.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They have one son now and are expecting another child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Their family is always giving themselves to the children whom they truly LOVE!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;We joined the children for the church service which had already started.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The kids were singing praises at the top of their lungs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Boys were beating on the drums and Marvin was playing the keyboard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The little ones sang, and sang, and sang.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Their unhindered freedom in worship made me long to see it in America.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;These kids really know how to praise!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They sing a JOYFUL and LOUD noise to the Lord.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;After the singing and dancing, John delivered his sermon based on Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;But those who hope in the LORD &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;will renew their strength. &lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they will run and not grow weary, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they will walk and not be faint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;We were sitting in tiny wooden school desks for the duration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I loved it because it was truly pure praise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Watching the kids express themselves with so much JOY, I thought about all of the distractions that can keep me from focusing on praising God for his goodness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I kept thinking, “I want to worship like this all the time!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;The sermon was translated into Twi as John preached it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The boy’s name who translated it was Godwin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All of the older boys participated in leading the service.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some sang.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A few helped preach.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Several children also came forward to give testimony about the Lord.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Again, beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;After the service ended, the children came outside to sit under the tree.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We handed out water and Reid shared about Jesus being the living water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After some prodding from his mom and dad, Mason played two songs for the kids on his guitar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They loved it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of the songs he played is a favorite at Water Angels ministry, “Friend of God.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When he finished, Blessing asked him to write the words to the song for her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Blessing is dear to our heart for several reasons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her picture has been on our fridge since our October visit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have prayed frequently for her. She is one of the children we have sponsored with our Life Group.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We brought her a bible with her name engraved on it, and she loved it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing to be with Blessing today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;We also met the other child we have sponsored, F.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is adorable!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The boys all hugged him several times during the day. We brought him a few gifts as well which thrilled him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was so special to meet him for the first time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now we will know who we are praying for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;After Mason finished the children made a craft we brought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a rendition of the fabric glue cups done at Club 180 last summer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The children made a heart-collage out of the fabric.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One thing is for sure, these kids love making things!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every child came to show me their creation!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Then we gave CKO, the gifts we brought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’d made collages for them from our trip in Oct.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;John and the children loved it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They loved seeing their pictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;John and the older boys turned the collages into a bulletin board to display in the sitting room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God used this to minister to their hearts as a reminder of how special they truly are!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After the bulletin board was started by the men, Jemima and I covered the frame in the fabric pieces from the craft.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Club 180 craft lives on in Ghana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Mason and Franklin’s English classes wrote letters to each of the children individually.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Each letter was addressed by name to specific children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Besides the worship service, this was my favorite part of the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every child climbed up onto Reid or my lap to have their letter read to them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I kept holding each child and whispering God loves you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You are so special.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You are precious to him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I kissed every soft cheek and cherished the sound of their giggles!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Several times, I became choked up while reading.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although from middle schoolers, some of the letters were powerfully written stating the gospel of Christ clearly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every child kept their letters close.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;These obviously were very dear to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Today was also the first day of soccer from Grandmama and Papaw.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every year my parents give to a charity instead of gifts for extended family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This year they decided to give the money to Mason to spend on the orphans in Ghana.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mason purchased soccer balls and pumps planning to give them to the children’s homes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today he unpacked the first two balls delivering them to CKO.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a HIT!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Franklin, Mason, Weston and Braden bounced the ball back-and-forth with kids for hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you Grandmama and Papaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Now, I know you are wondering about Godwin Derrick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today has been incredible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Evidently, many are praying for bonding because he is responding so well to everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His laughter is frequent!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we first arrived at CKO, I think he was a bit apprehensive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He held onto Reid and I for the church service.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Once we were outside, he kept climbing in and out of the “ka” (car).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think this helped him to realize he was different.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were not going to leave him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Someone from our family stayed with him at all times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(The boys have been fighting over who gets to carry him!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After a little bit though, he completely relaxed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He began playing on the playground equipment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He ate a huge lunch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He became comfortable without us being in sight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;We talked with him before we left this morning assuring him we would never leave him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We would all be coming and going everywhere as a family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God’s hand has been evident because I think he actually comprehends this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He rolled with our family all day long then fell asleep on Mason on the ride back to the hotel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please continue to pray for our bonding as a family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today has been wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;When I tucked him in tonight, I prayed with him lying beside him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was sound asleep before the end of the prayer!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Our boys have been so affectionate and accepting of Godwin Derrick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The roots for the depth of their relationship are being planted on this trip.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Finally, Braden’s buddy today was Peter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They were like two peas in a pod.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Loud, fast, playful, and the both don’t care anything about staying clean.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Reid and I have never seen Braden so dirty!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;There’s so much to share.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know this post does not do the day justice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My heart hurts for these waiting children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is not a home on earth that would not be blessed by the presence of one of the children we were surrounded with today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after &lt;b&gt;orphan&lt;/b&gt;s and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cambria','serif'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;James 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - When we stopped back at the same kiosk for water on the ride home, the mother came out wrapped in a towel to take out money.&amp;nbsp; Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; The connection here is beyond slow, but have no fear.&amp;nbsp; I'm taking lots of photos.&amp;nbsp; Over 450+ today!&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that is why it's taking so long....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-7232279483436320380?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/7232279483436320380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=7232279483436320380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7232279483436320380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7232279483436320380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazing-first-day-at-cko.html' title='Amazing First Day at CKO'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5286559177513888955</id><published>2011-03-05T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:30:17.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Family of SEVEN</title><content type='html'>World, we’d like to introduce our son, Godwin Derrick!&amp;nbsp; He's been known as Overcomer on this blog.&amp;nbsp; We praise God because he is now with his for ever family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vweyay5Ifz0/TXK-ir6frzI/AAAAAAAAArY/xJUmxijMSCg/s1600/P1430207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vweyay5Ifz0/TXK-ir6frzI/AAAAAAAAArY/xJUmxijMSCg/s400/P1430207.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally all together, as a family of seven.&amp;nbsp;  Isn’t he precious?  As I took this last picture of him with Mason, he was beginning to smile.  It’s the JOY I’ve been longing to see.&amp;nbsp;  He’s been laughing, giggling, and completely warmed up to the boys now…but the pictures will have to wait until tomorrow because the battery on the camera died as soon as I snapped the one I have of him smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally came together today, it was a surreal moment.  I felt like I was watching it happen to someone else.  My emotions were there, but I kept them at bay.  Godwin Derrick was very shy at first.  His apprehension was in his face.  Reid held him.  I held him.  The boys held him.  We were all swelling with joy because we were all together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my eyes were more dry than I expected when we came together.  I thought I would shed tears of joy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Miriam and Percy left, we came upstairs to our room.   I leaned down to Godwin Derrick and said, “Can I have a hug?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin Derrick wrapped his arms around me and said in his tiny voice, “I love you.”  Then he held on.  Held on.  Held on.  My tears flowed freely and I began to cry like a baby.  All of the sobbing I’d expected surged upon me.  Emotions hit me like a tidal wave.  Yes, he is ours now.  Our son.  Our child we have prayed for, longed for, waited for.  He is ours.  It’s a gift from God!  We are a united family now.  We will never have to say “goodbye” again.   God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m typing this, I just tucked in Godwin Derrick.  Kissing him over and over on the forehead.  God love you.  Jesus loves you.  Mommy love you.  Daddy loves you.  You are loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is ours now.  Our son.  Our child we have prayed for, longed for, waited for.  He is ours.  It’s a gift from God!  We are a united family now.  We will never have to say “goodbye” again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers.  The bonding between all of the boys has been incredible.  Thank you for praying!  My battery died on my camera after the last picture I took of him where he was finally smiling.  He's been all smiles since and more pictures will come tomorrow.  I think God wanted me to lay the camera down and enjoy him.  I have.  The joy we've longed to see is finally shining in his eyes!  Oh, it does my heart good so see him smile!  Watching him interact with his brothers is a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an early start tomorrow.  We will spend the day at CKO children's home beginning our day at the Sunday morning worship service.  We plan to spend most of the day there.  Mason is taking his soccer balls an guitar.  We are taking a craft hoping the kids might enjoy it.  (Debbie and Kristie, you will recognize this craft from Club 180!)  Please pray for our hearts on Tuesday.  We are planning to go to the village where Godwin Derrick's grandmother lives.  He was abandoned to her as a newborn, then brought to the orphanage when he was only a few months old.  He father is deceased.  I know our hearts will be absorbing a lot on Tuesday, so your prayers are appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin Derrick is beautiful.  His health seems much better.  Once we were alone with him, we saw him come to life!  He's been laughing, giggling, and talking with all of us.  He's attempting the boys names, but Franklin keeps sounding like, "Lanklin..."  He's telling all of us, "Ga bess you!"  (God bless you!)  Finally, when Mason brought his guitar out of the bag, Godwin Derrick's little fingers were all over it.  He's been jumping around our room singing!  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been good to us, and great is His name to be praised!  To God be the glory!  Great things He has done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XN8OYAMLxi8/TXK9q8ev_pI/AAAAAAAAArU/ZiUVD12zYo4/s1600/P1430182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XN8OYAMLxi8/TXK9q8ev_pI/AAAAAAAAArU/ZiUVD12zYo4/s400/P1430182.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iEzcS42miAo/TXK_lB1u7cI/AAAAAAAAArc/-2_Wy0AkKes/s1600/P1430215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iEzcS42miAo/TXK_lB1u7cI/AAAAAAAAArc/-2_Wy0AkKes/s400/P1430215.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-P3072wEHq00/TXLAlbi1a8I/AAAAAAAAArg/tgP-XRLt21g/s1600/P1430218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-P3072wEHq00/TXLAlbi1a8I/AAAAAAAAArg/tgP-XRLt21g/s400/P1430218.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FpPJBGbTdIo/TXLBmjq-mKI/AAAAAAAAArk/36v48KJEIro/s1600/P1430228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FpPJBGbTdIo/TXLBmjq-mKI/AAAAAAAAArk/36v48KJEIro/s400/P1430228.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8pEAjIF-WbQ/TXLCnf65KLI/AAAAAAAAAro/zCeV96ObaMk/s1600/P1430237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8pEAjIF-WbQ/TXLCnf65KLI/AAAAAAAAAro/zCeV96ObaMk/s400/P1430237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eTF89vwOGFg/TXLDhFrVZjI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzDdvtHSlG4/s1600/P1430241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eTF89vwOGFg/TXLDhFrVZjI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzDdvtHSlG4/s400/P1430241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – Franklin waved to a taxi driver.  The driver thought we needed a taxi and pulled over.  It took some convincing on my part to assure him we did not need a taxi.  &lt;br /&gt;PSS – My hair is frizz central b/c the temperature here is 90 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;PSSS -&amp;nbsp; The rhythm Godwin Derrick's is the most beautiful lullaby beckoning me to bed.&amp;nbsp; Good night world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From Ghana.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Dreams to all.&amp;nbsp; We will all be sleeping peacefully here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5286559177513888955?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5286559177513888955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5286559177513888955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5286559177513888955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5286559177513888955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-family-of-seven.html' title='Finally a Family of SEVEN'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vweyay5Ifz0/TXK-ir6frzI/AAAAAAAAArY/xJUmxijMSCg/s72-c/P1430207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5298913027622782120</id><published>2011-03-05T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:56:58.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Family of Seven</title><content type='html'>I just tucked in Godwin Derrick.  Kissing him over and over on the forehead.  God love you.  Jesus loves you.  Mommy love you.  Daddy loves you.  You are loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is ours now.  Our son.  Our child we have prayed for, longed for, waited for.  He is ours.  It’s a gift from God!  We are a united family now.  We will never have to say “goodbye” again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers.  The bonding between all of the boys has been incredible.  Thank you for praying!  My battery died on my camera after the last picture I took of him where he was finally smiling.  He's been all smiles since.  The joy we've longed to see is finally shining in his eyes!  Oh, it does my heart good so see him smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an early start tomorrow.  We will spend the day at CKO beginning our day at the Sunday morning worship service.  We plan to spend most of the day there.  Mason is taking his soccer balls an guitar.  We are taking a craft hoping the kids might enjoy it.  (Debbie and Kristie, you will recognize this craft from Club 180!)  Please pray for our hearts on Tuesday.  We are planning to go to the village where Godwin Derrick's grandmother lives.  He was abandoned to her as a newborn, then brought to the orphanage when he was only a few months old.  He father is deceased.  I know our hearts will be absorbing a lot on Tuesday, so your prayers are appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been so gracious.  We have been blessed with several surprises from HIM.  An upgrade on our flight over gave us room to stretch our legs for the 10 hours flight.  God also allowed us to waltz through customs here without a single bag check!  Praise God!  We were afraid it might be a nightmare b/c of the 24 bags we were carrying between the six of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin Derrick is beautiful.  His health seems much better.  Once we were alone with him, we saw him come to life!  He's been laughing, giggling, and talking with all of us.  He's attempting the boys names, but Franklin keeps sounding like, "Lanklin..."  He's telling all of us, "Ga bess you!"  (God bless you!)  Finally, when Mason brought his guitar out of the bag, Godwin Derrick's little fingers were all over it.  He's been jumping around our room singing!  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been good to us, and great is His name to be praised!  To God be the glory!  Great things He has done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have two more prayer requests.  First, please pray Braden will not suck his thumb while we are here.  He's been trying to break the habit, but hasn't yet.  For his protection, please pray he will not be tempted to do this here.   Also, Weston's birthday is next Monday.  Please pray Weston will feel loved, accepted, cherished, and very special on his special day!  We are grateful to you all for your prayer covering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5298913027622782120?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5298913027622782120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5298913027622782120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5298913027622782120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5298913027622782120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-family-of-seven_05.html' title='Finally a Family of Seven'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5704529363835967282</id><published>2011-03-02T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:16:06.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Up Front Apology:&amp;nbsp; The following blog post is a jumble of thoughts - several topics, numerous thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now starting to feel like Christmas Eve!&amp;nbsp; The excitement is rising.&amp;nbsp; I'm staying up later and later just like I do on Christmas Eve as I fill the stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have packed their clothes. They continually ask questions about Ghana.&amp;nbsp; For the past few days they have shared dreams they are having about meeting Overcomer. And they tell me how excited they are over and over and over!&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked why we were taking our boys. Wouldn't it be better to spend the money elsewhere?&amp;nbsp; Couldn't it be dangerous to be there with them?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew God was calling us to go to &lt;span class="il"&gt;Ghana&lt;/span&gt; as a  family so we have taken the plunge of faith to do so.&amp;nbsp; This is an  enormous monetary amount, but we can't think of anything greater than  investing in our boys to have a heart for the world.&amp;nbsp; God has been  gracious to make this possible.&amp;nbsp; Reid and I long for our boys to  understand where their brother is from, to pulse with God's heart for  every tribe, tongue, and nation.&amp;nbsp; We desire them to each understand the  reality of poverty in the world while embracing the responsibility God  gives his followers.&amp;nbsp; We anticipate God will do great things in all of  our hearts.&amp;nbsp; We pray none of us return the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, Mason is sitting at our table preparing the devotion for his middle school in the morning.&amp;nbsp; He and Franklin wanted to ask their peers to pray for them, and now they will be leading the devotion.&amp;nbsp; Mason's planning to share some statistics and he's even done some math to make more impact.&amp;nbsp; Reid shared these stats on Sunday and they make me stop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;According  to the Consumer Price index in the United States, an individual needs  to earn $9,800 dollars a year to stay over the poverty line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;Right now, 3 billion people in the world make an annual salary of $912 dollars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;According to the census of 2008, the median household income among all races in the United States was $61,521 dollars per year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;Today,  if you took 567 million of the world's poorest people and combine what  they have made in a lifetime, it would still be lower than what the 7  richest people in the world make per year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;The  poorest 40% of people in the world account for 5% of the world's  income. The richest 20% of people in the world account for 75% of the  world's income. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;Today, 22,000 children will starve to death (according to UNICEF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;Less  than 1% of what the world spends on weapons development every year  could put every single child in the world through school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;2.6  billion people in the world have no access to safe drinking water.  Every five seconds, someone in the world dies from a water related  disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;America (population: 311 million) will spend $18 billion dollars this year on bottled water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;bridgethelove.com&lt;a href="http://bridgethelove.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this make you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; too?&amp;nbsp; Or are you able to continue reading without thinking about it to much.&amp;nbsp; If so, go back and re-read them.&amp;nbsp; Then again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote has been running through my head, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes  I'd like to ask God why he allows so much poverty, famine and injustice  in the world when He could do something about it...but I'm afraid he  might ask me the same question.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Anonymous &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A neighbor was with us today helping pack suitcases.&amp;nbsp; As he was looking at all of the supplies, he kept saying, "Wow!&amp;nbsp; I bet this cost a lot of money."&amp;nbsp; After hearing him say this a few times, I responded, "Yes, it did, but I can't think of a better way to spend money than helping a child who doesn't have a family."&amp;nbsp; Really, what is a better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While by American standards, I'm sometimes guilty of thinking we are fairly poor.&amp;nbsp; Shame on me!&amp;nbsp; I'm slapped in the face by the statistics above reminding me of the wealth we must steward for God.&amp;nbsp; To borrow Stephen's words from his blog, our family is "uber-rich."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; What a responsibility.&amp;nbsp; Not guilt.&amp;nbsp; Responsibility.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that what God calls us to?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was in the home of a missionary couple with three children.&amp;nbsp; A young-ish couple who lives a life modeling simplicity.&amp;nbsp; In groups, they never draw attention to themselves or anything they are doing.&amp;nbsp; They simply follow hard after Jesus.&amp;nbsp; On the wall of their kitchen hangs their family goal sheet.&amp;nbsp; It's broken up into several areas, but one of those is 'giving.'&amp;nbsp; (Remember - &lt;i&gt;missionary couple - living fully on support&lt;/i&gt;.) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guess what one of their giving goals is?&amp;nbsp; Ready?&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;To give away at least one million dollars to those in need.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; One million dollars.&amp;nbsp; Given away.&amp;nbsp; Now that is a family goal!&amp;nbsp; As I thought about it on the way home, it hit me that reading that everyday would be such a reminder.&amp;nbsp; Never striving to be a millionaire - Only striving to love through giving.&amp;nbsp; After talking to my friend, I have no doubt this couple will do it.&amp;nbsp; Our family is hoping to take some "goal-setting" lessons from this amazing couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now preparing my heart for the children in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; I heard today that friends of ours who visited in December cried the first four days they were there.&amp;nbsp; Simply weeping for the children.&amp;nbsp; They were staying at a children's home and wept for the fatherless.&amp;nbsp; Night after night, children longing to be loved and accepted within a family.&amp;nbsp; Is God speaking to your heart to help these children?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is preparing my heart for Overcomer.&amp;nbsp; Today a precious neighbor brought us a baby gift for him.&amp;nbsp; It was his first true "baby gift."&amp;nbsp; (Is that the appropriate term for a 3 year old?&amp;nbsp; For Adoption?&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should say she brought him his first true "Three Year Old Adoption Gift.")&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, it was a monogrammed bag filled with toys for him.&amp;nbsp; As the reality hit me, I stood on the driveway and cried.&amp;nbsp; Yes, real tears.&amp;nbsp; This is really happening!&amp;nbsp; He is coming home!&amp;nbsp; He will be playing with these toys!&amp;nbsp; Oh, my heart leaps for JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another friend came over today and prayed on our driveway with the boys and I.&amp;nbsp; She prayed Isaiah 52:12, &lt;i&gt;"But you will not leave in haste or go in flight; for the LORD will go before you, the God of Israel will be your rear guard."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pray the Lord will go before us and prepare the path for this trip!&amp;nbsp; Break our hearts Lord, for what breaks yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; 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He's on the computer constantly planning the upcoming trip - confirming, then reconfirming.&amp;nbsp; I've seen my husband come ALIVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston came upstairs tonight with his suitcase and backpack completely packed!&amp;nbsp; I love how he plans ahead!&amp;nbsp; (I did take out all of the long sleeve shirts knowing the temp is in the 90s right now in Ghana.)&amp;nbsp; Weston has already started a mental list for all the things I could forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Franklin are frantically working to complete their school work for the next week.&amp;nbsp; They want to come back free to love on Overcomer!&amp;nbsp; Mason is practicing his guitar constantly.&amp;nbsp; Franklin has already cleaned out his school backpack in order to pack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden now thinks the trip will be fun because he is taking his own camera - thanks to a precious, generous friend.&amp;nbsp; (Thank you so much Tarrer!&amp;nbsp; The boys are so excited!) &amp;nbsp; Braden has already learned how to take very unattractive pictures of his mother!&amp;nbsp; Earlier this week my sister asked Braden what he was going to do in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; Evidently, we have not communicated effectively because Braden quipped, "Buy lots of souvenirs!" Then, she and a group of boys prayed over Weston and Braden.&amp;nbsp; When they finished, Braden sighed loudly, &lt;i&gt;"Finally!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&amp;nbsp; Well, today I've been cleaning our house with the gift of help from my sweet  Mom!&amp;nbsp; Thanks, MOM!&amp;nbsp; The boys all worked very hard to make Overcomer's  homecoming sparkling as well!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've been glued to Facebook looking at pictures some friends of ours have posted.&amp;nbsp; Three close friends - Righ, Drais, and Teg are all in Ghana this week loving on orphans around the country.&amp;nbsp; Check out &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/%20"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt; to learn more and see a few photos too!&amp;nbsp; Oh, these children need Daddies to love them everyday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past several weeks, I've been purchasing items for travel, packing supplies, and praying constantly.&amp;nbsp; All the time, my heart is preparing to fully embrace Overcomer!&amp;nbsp; In so many ways, the journey is just beginning.&amp;nbsp; The pictures tonight on FB showed Overcomer with the same sad eyes.&amp;nbsp; I long to see his smile again!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are coming, dear one.&amp;nbsp; We are coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcomer is finally coming HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to thank you for all of the donations you have given.&amp;nbsp; Literally, we are taking 600 pounds of supplies with us!&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&amp;nbsp; Your gifts will bless so many with so little!&amp;nbsp; Thank you all for giving to others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of  the Lord’s people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks  to God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 2 Cor. 9:12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along with the excitement of our family finally being united, all seven of us will be ministering in Ghana for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yes, all seven of us.&amp;nbsp; Yes, fourteen days in country! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family is very excited to see all that the Lord will do.&amp;nbsp; God has provided many opportunities for sharing His love in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; We will be with many orphans and children.&amp;nbsp; We plan to feed children on the street through &lt;a href="http://www.feedingtheorphans,com/"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We will meet some children we have sponsored while taking gifts form other sponsors.&amp;nbsp; We will be able to take pictures for adopting families so they can see their children as I have done tonight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We may possibly visit a children's home in a neighboring country.&amp;nbsp; We will join Ghanaian missionaries in the work God is doing through them.&amp;nbsp; We hope to bring encouragement to weary ones.&amp;nbsp; We expect to be traveling to a very remote region in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; We look forward to visiting several destitute schools delivering needed supplies and HOPE.&amp;nbsp; And the list goes on and on...&amp;nbsp; Our ambition is to reflect Christ in everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing, would you please pray for our family in the following ways:&lt;br /&gt;1.) For Overcomer to bond/attach quickly.&amp;nbsp; For him to feel safe and secure once when we are with him.&lt;br /&gt;2.) For our boys to embrace one another fully loving each other as brothers.&lt;br /&gt;3.)&amp;nbsp; For a huge hedge of protection from the enemy.&amp;nbsp; Safe travels, no illness/injury, anxiety, etc... &lt;br /&gt;4.) For ministry efforts in country to completely offer the love of Christ to all.&lt;br /&gt;5.) For God to speak to us clearly on this trip - as a family, and as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;6.) For our boys to come home with an appropriate perspective on the world.&lt;br /&gt;7.)&amp;nbsp; For the light of Jesus to shine through each of us no matter where we are or what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;8.)&amp;nbsp; For the children/orphans in Ghana to know the depth of God's love for them and that they are fully accepted by Him.&lt;br /&gt;9.)&amp;nbsp; For us to live our family quote, "Love is sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; Each member of this family will choose to GIVE UP, GIVE IN, and GIVE OVER for the sake of the rest."&amp;nbsp; And, for us to live our family motto to, "Be a BLESSING!"&lt;br /&gt;10.)&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, FOR GOD TO BE GLORIFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, GO as His witnesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He said to them: &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you  will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to  the ends of the earth.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Acts 1:8-9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Please &lt;a href="mailto:robinfbb@gmail.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt; me if you would like to receive specific prayer requests during our trip.&amp;nbsp; We hope to send a few e-mails with prayer needs while we are in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for our friends in Ghana now.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-2617401132130344863?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/2617401132130344863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=2617401132130344863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2617401132130344863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2617401132130344863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-feels-like-christmas.html' title='It Feels Like Christmas'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1969228809690927387</id><published>2011-02-26T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:34:55.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's "i" Not "e"</title><content type='html'>A few number words have proven challenging for Braden to spell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This week, as we've been working on spelling "6" I've continued to remind him, "There is an 'i' after the 's' &lt;i&gt;not an 'e!'&amp;nbsp; S--I--X!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1969228809690927387?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1969228809690927387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1969228809690927387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1969228809690927387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1969228809690927387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-i-not-e.html' title='It&apos;s &quot;i&quot; Not &quot;e&quot;'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4757834374444832663</id><published>2011-02-23T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:43:44.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing, Preparing, Planning, and Praying!</title><content type='html'>We leave for Ghana in less than two weeks!&amp;nbsp;  We will finally be together as a complete family!&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&amp;nbsp; We will spend  two weeks in Ghana ministering as a family.&amp;nbsp; I expect this will be a  life-changing trip for all of us.&amp;nbsp; Mason is taking his guitar and hoping  to have some opportunities to play.&amp;nbsp; All of the boys are ecstatic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  becoming weary trying to pack, plan, and pray as we prepare!&amp;nbsp; Realizing the most important thing is PRAYER!&amp;nbsp; Franklin  broke his arm this weekend.&amp;nbsp; We had a trip to the Emergency Room on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Franklin was trying to be Tarzan by swinging on a vine.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for him, the vine broke!&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, because of our upcoming trip, the orthopedic doctor put him in a removable  cast.&amp;nbsp; Last night I returned home late from picking up Lamar at the ER.&amp;nbsp; He needed seven stitches from a scooter accident.&amp;nbsp; Ugh!&amp;nbsp; This was our third trip to the ER in less than three weeks.&amp;nbsp; Today I have a pulled muscle in my back which has had rendered me unable to do some things I'd planned on.&amp;nbsp; So, would you please pray for us?&amp;nbsp;  Speed bumps will not stop us, but they do slow us down.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gathering with some friends soon to pray for three men leaving for Ghana on Saturday, and also for our upcoming trip.&amp;nbsp; How grateful we are to have friends who seek the Lord in prayer for all things.&amp;nbsp; We look forward to asking the Lord to go before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our little Overcomer...&amp;nbsp; He's doing fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I was blessed to talk with him this weekend.&amp;nbsp; His Auntie M has been so wonderful to call and let me hear his voice.&amp;nbsp; Precious!&amp;nbsp; Every time I hear him though it makes me long to be with him.&amp;nbsp; I find myself awake at night wondering what our family will be like once we are all together!?!&amp;nbsp; What a glorious day that will be!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so amazed by all the Lord has done.&amp;nbsp; So many of you have helped us on this journey.&amp;nbsp; People have given us handmade pillowcase dresses, school supplies, clothing, toys and numerous other donations to take to the children in Ghana.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!&amp;nbsp; We'll keep posting as we are able.&amp;nbsp; We are grateful for your prayers.&amp;nbsp; If you would like to pray for specifics while we are in Ghana or if you would like to meet us at the airport please&lt;a href="mailto:robinfbb@gmail.com"&gt; e-mail me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me this verse today.&amp;nbsp; It's our prayer right now.&amp;nbsp; Lord, please go before us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;"I will go before you and will level the mountains; I will break down  gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. I will give you the  treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may  know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name" &amp;nbsp; Isaiah 45:2-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4757834374444832663?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4757834374444832663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4757834374444832663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4757834374444832663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4757834374444832663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/packing-preparing-planning-and-praying.html' title='Packing, Preparing, Planning, and Praying!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4018041566434198395</id><published>2011-02-18T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:11:35.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven When You're Seven</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, our family has been ecstatic with the wonderful news of the visa.&amp;nbsp; Last night was the best night's sleep I can remember in weeks.&amp;nbsp; So thankful for peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, Braden shared the following with me.&amp;nbsp; His thoughts about heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I was wondering what heaven must be like.&amp;nbsp; I think there will be a huge party all the time.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; think there will be cake and Cheetos, grapes and candy.&amp;nbsp; Also, you know how the Bible talks about the secret places?&amp;nbsp; Well, I think somewhere in heaven God has a big office.&amp;nbsp; It's full of paper and stuff.&amp;nbsp; I think heaven will be really neat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden, dear, I don't think you are even beginning to scratch the surface of how wonderful it will be.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, we will be there together some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and where thieves do not break in and steal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 6:20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; not built by human hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 5:1 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4018041566434198395?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4018041566434198395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4018041566434198395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4018041566434198395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4018041566434198395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/heaven-when-youre-seven.html' title='Heaven When You&apos;re Seven'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-537703239622705460</id><published>2011-02-17T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:03:35.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got It</title><content type='html'>Today while I was teaching my Shurley 4 English class, I looked up to see Reid standing in the sliding glass door in the back of the room.&amp;nbsp; Confused as to why he would be there, I said to the class, "Students turn around and meet my great-looking husband, Reid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid smiled and waved to the class, then he looked at me with tears in his eyes.&amp;nbsp; "We got it!" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got it?" I questioned.&amp;nbsp; As soon as the words came out of my mouth, it hit me.&amp;nbsp; The Visa!&amp;nbsp; Overcomer was granted his visa!&amp;nbsp; Quickly I ran over to hug and kiss my wonderful husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was running, Reid assured me, "Yes!&amp;nbsp; His visa was granted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most kids don't like mushy, gushy hugging and kissing...but my class was cheering!&amp;nbsp; Reid and I were both crying.&amp;nbsp; We were so happy.&amp;nbsp; The class just screamed, clapped, and cheered.&amp;nbsp; They were as excited as we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the news sunk in, we prayed and thanked God for his goodness to us.&amp;nbsp; He answered our heart's cry!&amp;nbsp; After Reid left, I searched the building for the boys and told them the incredible news.&amp;nbsp; They were thrilled.&amp;nbsp; We leave for Ghana very soon.&amp;nbsp; For sure.&amp;nbsp; Overcomer is coming home.&amp;nbsp; Another obstacle has been overcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking tonight about the significance of the day.&amp;nbsp; This is three days after the original day for Overcomer's visa to be granted.&amp;nbsp; Jesus was raised from the dead on the third day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On this third day, God is bringing assurance of our family being united.&amp;nbsp; HOPE!&amp;nbsp; JOY!&amp;nbsp; REALITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the land of the living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait for the Lord;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be strong and take courage;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, wait for the Lord."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 27:13-14&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, thank you for allowing us to see your goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-537703239622705460?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/537703239622705460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=537703239622705460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/537703239622705460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/537703239622705460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-got-it.html' title='We Got It'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3283289008917384590</id><published>2011-02-16T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:16:54.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braden's Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Braden worked all day today on a special surprise for Reid and me. He turned our dining room into "Braden's Restaurant." We were treated like royalty as we enjoyed our special meal. Braden decorated the table with flowers, china, crystal and silver. (Mom may have helped a little bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0gEtRZdV7M/TVx_XeVrGbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B4mEq51C9p8/s1600/P1430060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574470480035518898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0gEtRZdV7M/TVx_XeVrGbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B4mEq51C9p8/s320/P1430060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One the Dinner/Lunch menu: Cheese Quesadilla, PB &amp;amp; J Sandwich, Salad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breakfast is served all day.  Breakfast menu:  Pancakes, Pancakes with Grits or Pancakes with Eggs. Everything cost less than $.40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhErzW1lr-Y/TVx_Hy2tXXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gAKqO2519vE/s1600/P1430063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhErzW1lr-Y/TVx_Hy2tXXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gAKqO2519vE/s320/P1430063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The chefs (Mason and Weston), the servers (Franklin, Zach, and Braden), and the customer (Mom). By the way, I highly recommend the spicy quesadilla and salad with homemade Caesar dressing! Yum! Also, the PB &amp;amp; J appetizer would knock your socks off!  Five Star!  *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPqCvRzTyns/TVx_I-ouDEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WJwVI7MyB4o/s1600/P1430066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPqCvRzTyns/TVx_I-ouDEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WJwVI7MyB4o/s320/P1430066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Reid savors his ice cream sundae dessert! Delicious! The strawberries topped it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGYdMmZyl44/TVx_JOmxjxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fsuWNMDeizI/s1600/P1430067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGYdMmZyl44/TVx_JOmxjxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fsuWNMDeizI/s320/P1430067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Out total for the entire meal - including dessert was $2.10!!!  Wow!  Can we eat here more often?!?  Reid gave a hefty tip and the owner of the restaurant, Braden, seemed thrilled with the payment!  We could hear him divvying out the tip to his employees.  The workers each earned $1.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnfgccxGrwI/TVx_JIvfgNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lP7Oo2baQgI/s1600/P1430068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnfgccxGrwI/TVx_JIvfgNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lP7Oo2baQgI/s320/P1430068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are uncertain if this restaurant would pass the standards of the Health Dept.  Braden admitted to only washing two of the strawberries.  The two he washed were the only ones he dropped on the floor!  Oh my!  Our salad dressing was served directly out of the huge mixing bowl, but the entire night was precious.  We are so thankful for our thoughtful boys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you, Braden.  Thank you for making us feel so very special!  You lavished us with love tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-9DPNY0V8A/TVx_XpHVVYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Ym0FZBSZVCQ/s1600/P1430061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574470482928162178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-9DPNY0V8A/TVx_XpHVVYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Ym0FZBSZVCQ/s320/P1430061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I John 3:1a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3283289008917384590?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3283289008917384590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3283289008917384590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3283289008917384590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3283289008917384590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/bradens-restaurant.html' title='Braden&apos;s Restaurant'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0gEtRZdV7M/TVx_XeVrGbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B4mEq51C9p8/s72-c/P1430060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4134280771860480142</id><published>2011-02-15T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:56:30.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree Stays Up!</title><content type='html'>This was our family photo taken on Christmas Eve last year - 2010. We are standing in front of my parent's enormous Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t-egek4c_k/TVxwNlxa3hI/AAAAAAAAAns/awgrb4CMsj0/s1600/P1420244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t-egek4c_k/TVxwNlxa3hI/AAAAAAAAAns/awgrb4CMsj0/s320/P1420244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so excited about their grandson coming home. Originally, we thought he would be with us around Christmas time. At that time, my mother began telling everyone that she was going to keep her Christmas tree up until Overcomer came home. Her reasoning was that Overcomer would be the best gift of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Christmas past, we had reason to believe he could be coming at the end of January. And then it seemed he would surely be home by Valentine's Day. My mom continued her mantra, "I'm keeping the Christmas tree up until he comes home." As Valentine's Day approached my mother began to waver, "I'm keeping the Christmas tree up until Valentine's Day, but I think that will be it. We are headed into Spring now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Valentine's Day. It was Overcomer's third birthday and also the Embassy appointment for his exit interview for his visa. Late evening, I had to call my parents to tell them Overcomer's visa was not granted. We must wait. For how long? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother told me that last night she told my dad it was time to take down the Christmas tree. He responded, "The tree stays up! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Taking it down would be like giving up hope and we are not giving up hope&lt;/span&gt;. Overcomer will be coming home. The tree will stay up until he arrives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the tree stays. Up and decorated. His gifts are here at our house still wrapped in Christmas paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad's tree will be a welcome home for him. I continue to pray it will be soon. However, I know God is in control of the timing. But, we are not giving up hope! The tree stays up as a reminder that we are holding onto hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently shared this quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Hope is to the human soul what oxygen is to the human body. Our hope is in God and in His Word, the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Life will be brighter than noonday,&lt;br /&gt;and darkness will become like morning.&lt;br /&gt;You will be secure, because there is hope;&lt;br /&gt;you will look about you and take your rest in safety.&lt;br /&gt;Job 11:17,18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4134280771860480142?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4134280771860480142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4134280771860480142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4134280771860480142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4134280771860480142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/tree-stays-up_16.html' title='The Tree Stays Up!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1t-egek4c_k/TVxwNlxa3hI/AAAAAAAAAns/awgrb4CMsj0/s72-c/P1420244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5604280609734420727</id><published>2011-02-14T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:41:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things NOT Seen...</title><content type='html'>I just finished this update to send to our church family.  I've changed parts of it to fit our blog for those of you who are checking in.  We are forever grateful for your faithful prayers for Overcomer and for our family.  My heart hurts even as I'm typing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers for us last night and throughout this  journey.  The visa exit interview was this morning at 7:30 am Ghana time.  Reid had  set our alarm so we were up praying at 2:20 am asking for the Lord's  favor.     All day today, we waited for the wonderful news that his visa was granted and we could make our plans to bring him home soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends called and sang, "Happy Birthday" to him because today is also Overcomer's third birthday.  A few friends called, and several posted on FB telling us they were praying.   We are so grateful for your prayers and we know the Lord has  heard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Overcomer's visa was not issued today.  "Why not now?" we ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answers:&lt;br /&gt;"For my thought are not your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Nor are your ways, My ways," declares the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;For as the heavens are higher than the earth,&lt;br /&gt;so are My ways higher than the your ways,&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts higher than your thoughts."  (Isaiah 55:8-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Power of Attorney must return to the Embassy  with more documentation to their satisfaction.  Right now, we have no idea how long this will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I felt like the Lord was gently reminding me of the  name He had given us for our son, the one I'm using on this blog,  &lt;i&gt;Overcomer&lt;/i&gt;.  He will be an Overcomer, and we will face adversity in  bringing him home.  We must stand strong in our faith that the Lord has a  perfect plan for all of this to be resolved.  However, my heart is that of a mama now, and I long to hold my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is holding him now?  Did he even know today was his birthday?  Is there any spark of happiness in his sad eyes?  Oh, my heart hurts because I thought we would be together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need prayer for wisdom  and discernment.  We are anxious to know more details.  We don't  know how to proceed with travel plans, or...not.  And for our hearts to  stay encouraged.  Reid and I have both battled frustration,  discouragement, and sadness upon learning this latest delay.  We again  recognize our weapon to fight for Godwin Derrick is only through  prayer!  Will you please pray with us?  May the Lord move this  mountain.  We have the faith of a mustard seed to see it accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of my dear friend, Ansley.   For the first time in four years, yesterday was the first February 13th,  I have not spent the day in tears and overwhelming sadness.  All day long, I was doing things Ansley would have loved - praying with a couple who experienced two deaths in one week, having a friend and her daughter over for lunch having deep conversation while putting lunch together,  gathering some things for a man who just arrived from Africa - including a Bible we just happened to have in the car (Thank you, God, for providing!), and packing five suitcases full of supplies for Ghana.  250 pounds - packed!  WHOA!  God  ministered to me throughout the day and brought JOY.  He is bringing "beauty from the ashes."  Truly.  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout yesterday, I found myself thinking, "Ansley would love this."  But I wasn't thinking, "I wish Ansley were here."  I know she is experiencing true joy in the presence of God.  Mason shared with me that he had a dream about Ansley on Sat. night.  He dreamed she was dancing and she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so happy.&lt;/span&gt;  He said she even had her short curly hairstyle that Ansley wore after her hair started coming back in.  God ministered to me reminding me that HE IS God.  HE IS with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of yesterday, when I read these verses tonight, my  heart was greatly comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember the former things long past,&lt;br /&gt;For I am God, and there is no other;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt; God, and there is no one like Me,&lt;br /&gt;Declaring the end from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;And from ancient times the things which have not been done,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "My purpose will be established,&lt;br /&gt;And I will accomplish all My good pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 46:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, thus says the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;"Even the captives of the mighty man will be taken away,&lt;br /&gt;And the prey of the tyrants will be rescued;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I will contend with the one who contends with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I will save your son&lt;/span&gt;(s)." &lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 49:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will be the one who saves Overcomer.  We don't understand, but  we must choose to trust without understanding.  We must "walk by faith  and not by sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray these verse for us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For momentary light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of  glory far beyond all comparison, while we look NOT at the things which  are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are  seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5604280609734420727?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5604280609734420727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5604280609734420727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5604280609734420727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5604280609734420727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-not-seen.html' title='Things NOT Seen...'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5361444561438650526</id><published>2011-02-14T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:37:41.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus the Guest of Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Overcomer's third birthday. It is also the day of his visa interview at the Embassy. I knew if I stayed at home I would go crazy waiting to hear news from Ghana. So, the boys and I decided to have a celebration in Overcomer's honor. This was the first birthday party I've ever attended where the guest of honor was no in attendance. However, today our family is CELEBRATING what should be celebrated - Overcomer's birthday! We only greatly wish he were with us to complete the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met the Brownings at the park, and played for several hours. Mason helped watch little Laine. She loved sliding with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgKmFJrpoaw/TVx01civ5HI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZxoRnulBo7k/s1600/P1430040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgKmFJrpoaw/TVx01civ5HI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZxoRnulBo7k/s320/P1430040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden frosted the cake. Afterwards, he covered it with every kind of sprinkle imaginable. Green, orange, blue, yellow, silver... Lots of color and sparkle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_l0PtjBeGMM/TVx01cXkBdI/AAAAAAAAAoU/4ewDyxRC55w/s1600/P1430034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_l0PtjBeGMM/TVx01cXkBdI/AAAAAAAAAoU/4ewDyxRC55w/s320/P1430034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOTwjcp8Foc/TVx01rrb7RI/AAAAAAAAAok/lG2ukmTaQ2o/s1600/P1430042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOTwjcp8Foc/TVx01rrb7RI/AAAAAAAAAok/lG2ukmTaQ2o/s320/P1430042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janet and little Laine. She's growing up so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvI5qmeib_o/TVx02IzwcSI/AAAAAAAAAos/j4g16dROoTg/s1600/P1430047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvI5qmeib_o/TVx02IzwcSI/AAAAAAAAAos/j4g16dROoTg/s320/P1430047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the wind, lighting the three candles was a trick. Finally, we were able to get them lit and then we all sang, "Happy Birthday!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3FybDB4GUE/TVx1NwAT1kI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lrx24BtV_v0/s1600/P1430050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574459317862782530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3FybDB4GUE/TVx1NwAT1kI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lrx24BtV_v0/s320/P1430050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Overcomer! We will celebrate with you very soon! Don't worry, we will bake another cake, have more candles, and sing very loudly to celebrate YOU! We love you, Mr. Three Year Old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTSQSi5Tcho/TVx1ODMxdYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/uBKDiMkVOAs/s1600/P1430057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574459323015329154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTSQSi5Tcho/TVx1ODMxdYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/uBKDiMkVOAs/s320/P1430057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; For though I am absent from you in body, I am present with you in spirit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colossians 2:5a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5361444561438650526?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5361444561438650526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5361444561438650526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5361444561438650526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5361444561438650526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/minus-guest-of-honor.html' title='Minus the Guest of Honor'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgKmFJrpoaw/TVx01civ5HI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZxoRnulBo7k/s72-c/P1430040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4003894743427612682</id><published>2011-02-14T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:23:17.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcomer's Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>What can we do to make Overcomer's brithday special?  Even though he is not with us, we can at least make a birthday cake to celebrate him.  Braden and Weston take on the baking challenge alone to create the perfect birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhw63ki-oo/TVx0XC8g5II/AAAAAAAAAn0/m-QlEnSzXSA/s1600/P1430027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhw63ki-oo/TVx0XC8g5II/AAAAAAAAAn0/m-QlEnSzXSA/s320/P1430027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45D6sAeqGeE/TVx0Xc7IHSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TKujLDp0iDQ/s1600/P1430028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45D6sAeqGeE/TVx0Xc7IHSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TKujLDp0iDQ/s320/P1430028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qN-vupbCgV4/TVx0XuxkqzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ywNwOFVJ4Ho/s1600/P1430030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qN-vupbCgV4/TVx0XuxkqzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ywNwOFVJ4Ho/s320/P1430030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sF4lB5ZDp08/TVx0X3d71_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/0dw5L9zeBeE/s1600/P1430031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sF4lB5ZDp08/TVx0X3d71_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/0dw5L9zeBeE/s320/P1430031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The finished cake was done completely by your big brothers, little one!  Oh, how we wish we were together for your special day.  We celebrate the day you came into the world - three years ago today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting with anticipation for good news from the Embassy.  Today is your visa interview in Ghana.  We are praying!  We are hoping to come for you very, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love one another.  I John 3:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4003894743427612682?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4003894743427612682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4003894743427612682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4003894743427612682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4003894743427612682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/overcomers-birthday-cake.html' title='Overcomer&apos;s Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhw63ki-oo/TVx0XC8g5II/AAAAAAAAAn0/m-QlEnSzXSA/s72-c/P1430027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-6745146299769497116</id><published>2011-02-12T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:48:21.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to get crackin' and start packin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today the boys and I went out to the O'Learys to begin packing for Ghana.  Kristie had some supplies to send for &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt;, and I was anxious to have some items packed expecting we will be traveling in less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QChsS9Ufj0/TVx1f2WZ1mI/AAAAAAAAApE/RnGhXXIUi10/s1600/P1430024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574459628803708514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QChsS9Ufj0/TVx1f2WZ1mI/AAAAAAAAApE/RnGhXXIUi10/s320/P1430024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we packed school supplies, diapers, formula, clothing, etc...  Within two hours we had five suitcases packed.  Yeah!  It's a start!  Seven more to go!  Oh, I love this family!  What an example they are of serving Christ!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kWY3ggAFBM/TVx1gen7VFI/AAAAAAAAApU/nDVJnPxAPeY/s1600/P1430026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574459639614624850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kWY3ggAFBM/TVx1gen7VFI/AAAAAAAAApU/nDVJnPxAPeY/s320/P1430026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for sharing in our excitement of going back to Ghana.  Soon we hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxx2HP6ZRsE/TVx1gLg1qRI/AAAAAAAAApM/8bvr4T9gxpg/s1600/P1430025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574459634484619538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxx2HP6ZRsE/TVx1gLg1qRI/AAAAAAAAApM/8bvr4T9gxpg/s320/P1430025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been blown away by how many people have donated items for us to take to the children in Ghana.  Sheets, games, books, clothing, school supplies, baby items, etc...  Thank you all for sharing with those who have so much less.  What a gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Those who give to the poor will lack nothing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but those who close their eyes to them receive many curses.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Proverbs 28:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&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/8668264909689257283-6745146299769497116?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/6745146299769497116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=6745146299769497116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6745146299769497116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6745146299769497116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/packing-101.html' title='Packing 101'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QChsS9Ufj0/TVx1f2WZ1mI/AAAAAAAAApE/RnGhXXIUi10/s72-c/P1430024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5852912468721640626</id><published>2011-02-12T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:18:08.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Tryouts</title><content type='html'>If you give a mom a camera...she'll take pictures...and her sons will be mortified!  Especially those over the age of twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid was out of town, so I thought I'd take some shots of Franklin's baseball tryouts.  Yes, I was the only mom there with a camera.  "How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;!" Mason kept whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the effort, the best pictures were of Weston,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yBKYd2b30c/TVx2OEuo-2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/GIQYZ2HVWnQ/s1600/P1430006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574460422937443170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yBKYd2b30c/TVx2OEuo-2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/GIQYZ2HVWnQ/s320/P1430006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61XSwnoI7d4/TVx2Nx4fAAI/AAAAAAAAAps/I5UhSRq1TVE/s1600/P1430005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574460417878458370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61XSwnoI7d4/TVx2Nx4fAAI/AAAAAAAAAps/I5UhSRq1TVE/s320/P1430005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qto1ssEHXC8/TVx2Npf-TFI/AAAAAAAAApk/NKEkHMI2IoQ/s1600/P1430003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574460415628168274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qto1ssEHXC8/TVx2Npf-TFI/AAAAAAAAApk/NKEkHMI2IoQ/s320/P1430003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watching Franklin "do his thing."    Strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEGT_g3TGvI/TVx2NV0OdWI/AAAAAAAAApc/PCd58Ct-bMA/s1600/P1430015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574460410344404322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEGT_g3TGvI/TVx2NV0OdWI/AAAAAAAAApc/PCd58Ct-bMA/s320/P1430015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We look forward to seeing which team he will be on for the Spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5852912468721640626?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5852912468721640626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5852912468721640626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5852912468721640626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5852912468721640626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/baseball-tryouts.html' title='Baseball Tryouts'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yBKYd2b30c/TVx2OEuo-2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/GIQYZ2HVWnQ/s72-c/P1430006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3698247956079008316</id><published>2011-02-11T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:55:36.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating TWO Nephews Today</title><content type='html'>Our family continues to grow on both sides of the family. Reid's sister, Margaret, and her husband, Andy, have everything finalized in Ethiopia for their son, Eyob. He is officially their son! Yippee! Margaret and Andy recently returned from their first trip over for court. They fell in love with Eyob immediately and said his personality will blend beautifully with their girls. Eyob, we can't wait to meet him! We are so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ64Ne5PEIA/TVc4OAu7JlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HjMPHNe3bjE/s1600/Eob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572984877260416594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ64Ne5PEIA/TVc4OAu7JlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HjMPHNe3bjE/s320/Eob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also celebrated our nephew, Christopher, last night as well. He will be coming from Ethiopia as well. My sister, Wendy, and her husband, Adam, are in the process of adopting him, but have not received a referral yet. They patiently wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVeQuU6ZBkk/TVYH1NxksOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/YxdZAFCKGnE/s1600/P1420873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVeQuU6ZBkk/TVYH1NxksOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/YxdZAFCKGnE/s320/P1420873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last night, some friends of Wendy and Adam's hosted an elegant fund-raising Valentine event. Silent auction items were up for bidding, and a money tree quickly filled with gifts to support them. Wendy and Adam plan to use the gifts to also help others adopting. (Yes, the cost is unbelievable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQfuppi3pOo/TVYH1POtqcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WoyGwj2QjsI/s1600/P1420888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQfuppi3pOo/TVYH1POtqcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WoyGwj2QjsI/s320/P1420888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfbirJ2u28s/TVYVQez0GaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wbfGtWdgZ-I/s1600/P1420902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572664961810045346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfbirJ2u28s/TVYVQez0GaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wbfGtWdgZ-I/s320/P1420902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, the highlight of the evening was hearing the testimony of two couples who had been led to adopt. The women shared the journey, but the two husbands shared about adoption as being God's heart. Everyone in the room was challenged to consider what role they could/should play to make a difference in the life of children. "Christ-followers are not facing an orphan crisis with over 145 million orphans world-wide. Christ-followers are facing an opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching a video about the children in Ethiopia, and hearing the stories of these two families, many eyes were wet around the room full of people. At the end, everyone circled around Wendy and Adam to pray. It was a beautiful picture of God's people coming together to celebrate what He is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few more photos from the evening. Reid was out of town for work, and my Dad had a charity auction he was doing, so their handsome faces are conspicuously missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Kelly, and her husband, John. They are making plans for their first mission trip! They leave in March for Haiti. So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Z7jhYglr4/TVYVY_wj6kI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E6SQfBxFD1E/s1600/P1420890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572665108093725250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Z7jhYglr4/TVYVY_wj6kI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E6SQfBxFD1E/s320/P1420890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Franklin women: My 93 year old Mamaw, Lorene. My mom, Janet. Me. And, my beautiful sister, Wendy! Our smiles come from Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibasom7dYDU/TVYH0x_KxnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6_dmDS9fOWk/s1600/P1420865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibasom7dYDU/TVYH0x_KxnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6_dmDS9fOWk/s320/P1420865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sisters Three: Wendy, Robin, Kelly. The Lord has blessed me with such a wonderful family. I'm so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcAbQDOdmQg/TVYH1P7Zt3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/qK4Y9b-lv64/s1600/P1420866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcAbQDOdmQg/TVYH1P7Zt3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/qK4Y9b-lv64/s320/P1420866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;May the peoples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;; may all the peoples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; you. Psalm 67:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3698247956079008316?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3698247956079008316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3698247956079008316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3698247956079008316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3698247956079008316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrating-two-nephews-today.html' title='Celebrating TWO Nephews Today'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ64Ne5PEIA/TVc4OAu7JlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HjMPHNe3bjE/s72-c/Eob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1753153252667148218</id><published>2011-02-11T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:04:45.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Valentine's Day is a time to celebrate those you love.  So, today Franklin and Braden went with me to see Granny.  We brought all of the needed supplies for her to make some Valentine cards.  Otherwise, I wasn't sure if she would have the opportunity to send cards to her daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxX7QVlOo3A/TVYHdOnhyGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4z-g_9SbgaE/s1600/P1420861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxX7QVlOo3A/TVYHdOnhyGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4z-g_9SbgaE/s320/P1420861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We all stamped and colored to our heart's contentment.  (I'm so glad I held on to a few stamps from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stampin&lt;/span&gt;' Up days!  They were a great gift today.)  These simple cards were something Granny could do with some assistance.  I helped her fragile hands pat the ink then press onto the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEiqdqL5-3M/TVYHdI3RSkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3IRpRAgyIsk/s1600/P1420862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEiqdqL5-3M/TVYHdI3RSkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3IRpRAgyIsk/s320/P1420862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;She was very pleased with her finished creation.  She was able to tell me how to spell Mom and Joy's names, but it broke my heart to watch her try to write the word "M--o--m."  Her mind has forgotten how to form the M's.   I watched her battle a fierce fight in her mind to be able to have her hand do what she wanted it to.  "Go up - Now down - Up again - Now bring it back down," I instructed.  "There. You made an M."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6nAbqkiLH0/TVYHdfGJx6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Vvqjl_E5r0M/s1600/P1420863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6nAbqkiLH0/TVYHdfGJx6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Vvqjl_E5r0M/s320/P1420863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Granny thought I was one of the care-givers in the home.  It was okay.  I was thankful to be with her for the time we had.  Every time she picked up the card we brought for her, she was excited that someone loved her.  Two minutes later, she was able to experience the same emotion...and again in another minute.  I'm sure tomorrow when she finds the two cards in her room, she will be glad someone loves her, even if she is uncertain who it is.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granny wanted to go back to bed when I left today.  I walked her to her room as she shuffled in her walker.  Once there, she sat on the bed and I sat beside her.  Cautiously, I asked if I could pray for her before I left.  She leaned her entire body into me as I held her and prayed.  My emotions were tender because my 90 year old Granny is now so child-like.  So much of her independence has been stripped away.  Her memories gone.  Her life so fragile.  Her days so uncomfortably quiet.  I found myself wondering, "What is her purpose now?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll be wrestling with this question tonight as my head hits the pillow.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my Granny.  She has been a blessing in my life.  I pray she will know God's peace, mercy, and kindness with every day on earth.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGyu-cx51cY/TVYHdqgfkUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_5VOyj9axNc/s1600/P1420864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGyu-cx51cY/TVYHdqgfkUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_5VOyj9axNc/s320/P1420864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night, Granny.  I love you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.  2 Timothy 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1753153252667148218?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1753153252667148218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1753153252667148218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1753153252667148218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1753153252667148218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-granny.html' title='Happy Valentines Day Granny'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxX7QVlOo3A/TVYHdOnhyGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4z-g_9SbgaE/s72-c/P1420861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-3987779446984300699</id><published>2011-02-11T23:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:39:39.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Adoption Yard Sale, But This Time...</title><content type='html'>This time...it's not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Adoption Fundraiser Yard Sale was for these two crazy characters - Chad and Stephanie Bowling. They are adopting two precious children from Ghana to add to their family of four. I'm not sure why they wanted to wear such crazy clothes for these pictures...but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh7DsUxR98s/TVYHHA4MdlI/AAAAAAAAAko/itUiABw4DWM/s1600/P1420860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh7DsUxR98s/TVYHHA4MdlI/AAAAAAAAAko/itUiABw4DWM/s320/P1420860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you missed the sale today, come by tomorrow for these great bargains. A beautiful crochet hat, or is that a basket you're wearing? A bonnet for studying colonial times, or is that a jewelry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; case? A pair of pants, or is it a single pant? Yes, folks. These are a few items available for sale tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0qTiIA0Pu4/TVYHHemPTxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/C8cicX_0O8w/s1600/P1420840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0qTiIA0Pu4/TVYHHemPTxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/C8cicX_0O8w/s320/P1420840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Or you might prefer a snake boa, reindeer antlers, a masquerade mask, or a Christmas apron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V47Dg8OP230/TVYHHlpl4eI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1Ii8McKGsi0/s1600/P1420859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V47Dg8OP230/TVYHHlpl4eI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1Ii8McKGsi0/s320/P1420859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;For your boys: Again, they can wear the bonnet or the police hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNBmnfZPvdE/TVYHIEM1kII/AAAAAAAAAlA/GBkQzPzol00/s1600/P1420845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNBmnfZPvdE/TVYHIEM1kII/AAAAAAAAAlA/GBkQzPzol00/s320/P1420845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Actually, you can purchase the entire police costume for only $.50! If your son tires of the bonnet, let him wear a springtime fedora! (Braden, button your pants, son! Geez! this is going on the blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572653243164868770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOo-lTu4nfk/TVYKmXdFQKI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xsRhJF5tM2I/s320/P1420849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he can dress up as a Star Wars Character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qh0mtIWme8/TVYKmq_EyiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nyqa_NshHu4/s1600/P1420851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572653248407718434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qh0mtIWme8/TVYKmq_EyiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nyqa_NshHu4/s320/P1420851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dress up clothes sold well today. The models helped sales tremendously. In fact, one family purchased nearly everything shown on the children above. (Okay, I admit. It was me. Remind me never to take Braden to Yard Sales in the future. He's a bargain hunter!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, in all the fun, we are anxious for these babies to come home too! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt; will have some friends from home! Check out their &lt;a href="http://fourbowlings.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like to follow their story!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57SkhpLoSK8/TVYKmBZaKeI/AAAAAAAAAm8/sK9l5fL9-lY/s1600/P1420843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572653237243881954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57SkhpLoSK8/TVYKmBZaKeI/AAAAAAAAAm8/sK9l5fL9-lY/s320/P1420843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what the LORD Almighty said: ‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah 7:9-10a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-3987779446984300699?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/3987779446984300699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=3987779446984300699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3987779446984300699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/3987779446984300699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-adoption-yard-sale-but-this.html' title='Another Adoption Yard Sale, But This Time...'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh7DsUxR98s/TVYHHA4MdlI/AAAAAAAAAko/itUiABw4DWM/s72-c/P1420860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8334248075933411931</id><published>2011-02-10T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:14:48.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asteroids and Comets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Today was presentation day in Astronomy class. AS shared about the International Space Station. BH's impressive model of Jupiter taught everyone about the largest planet. JR demonstrated Saturn to be the only planet the could float in water. Obvious effort was applied to these class presentations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nAwjiqL5Es/TVSVSfjR2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qzk7nN27SWA/s1600/2011-02-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nAwjiqL5Es/TVSVSfjR2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qzk7nN27SWA/s320/2011-02-101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today was also the day for my youngest student to teach. Braden, our first grade son, worked very hard on consolidating his information about Asteroids and Comets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night, Braden was in tears begging not to do it. He was literally having a melt-down. Reid and I told him he would do great. Backing out would not be an option. He had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So, he practiced and practiced. Reid and I listened to the information three times. Weston helped by consistently being the class volunteer. Weston also surprised Braden with the noise of a clapping ovation coming from the computer when he finished. We all giggled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, Braden's nervousness had dissipated. He was super confident. He prepared all of his visual aids, taking his time to learn all of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLhs_sy_EJQ/TVSVRxk7NsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IDoSPwZwleA/s1600/P1420797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLhs_sy_EJQ/TVSVRxk7NsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IDoSPwZwleA/s320/P1420797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden created a game for the kids. The students had to draw a surprise out of the bag then decide which part of the asteroid belt their object belongs in. (S-Type, Silicaceous - a rock, M-Type, Metallic - a screw, C-Type, Carbonaceous - a piece of coal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gEutTEOIBc/TVSVRum3ruI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CrkzrMdZJPw/s1600/P1420798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gEutTEOIBc/TVSVRum3ruI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CrkzrMdZJPw/s320/P1420798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden even decided to paint an asteroid costume for each person to wear while they drew out of the bag. The class appreciated the creative approach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGzC2-CKFC8/TVSVSpM3PGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HFGcEOvGERw/s1600/2011-02-102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGzC2-CKFC8/TVSVSpM3PGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HFGcEOvGERw/s320/2011-02-102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although Braden is at least two years younger than all other students in this class, no one could tell today. He mustered up the needed courage. I was so proud of him for facing his fears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFlnqxghjZw/TVSVtKDm2WI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_KR2owLUkY4/s1600/P1420803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572243241990281570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFlnqxghjZw/TVSVtKDm2WI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_KR2owLUkY4/s320/P1420803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I consider your heavens, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the work of your fingers, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moon and the stars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which you have set in place, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is mankind that you are mindful of them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;human beings that you care for them? - Psalm 8:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8334248075933411931?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8334248075933411931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8334248075933411931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8334248075933411931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8334248075933411931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/asteroids-and-comets.html' title='Asteroids and Comets'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nAwjiqL5Es/TVSVSfjR2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qzk7nN27SWA/s72-c/2011-02-101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-78541441314009104</id><published>2011-02-10T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:34:00.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I LOVE Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Every Thursday, I am privileged to perform a job I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love!  This year I am teaching six classes at our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; co-op.  Our co-op is very large with about 350+ students attending each Thursday.  There is a variety of classes to choose from, and every teacher is very passionate about what they instruct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;One of my passions is English.  I enjoy writing, and I confess to study grammar.  Yes, I am a self-professed grammarian.  Weird?  Yes.  One of the best benefits of teaching is having the opportunity to create the assignments.  Such as, forcing students to write personal Valentines for each child in the class!  And the teacher!  How else will boys write poetry and actually enjoy it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;(I know it's true because yesterday I sat with my own four boys while they wrote simple poems for family and grandparents.  Believe it or not, we even had an 8th grade neighbor boy join us in the Valentine-making!  Fun!)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;English 2 Class, I LOVE all of my Valentines.  Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-wfcw0AiGk/TVSJOsSHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9RNL5AGArLM/s1600/P1420768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-wfcw0AiGk/TVSJOsSHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9RNL5AGArLM/s320/P1420768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're studying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; in Timeline Travel.  Today, my students pretended to be Leonardo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DaVinci&lt;/span&gt; painting the Mona Lisa.   When children are creative, they grow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8JpjIVlmnI/TVSJO_8rCuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2fX9BYGsX28/s1600/2011-02-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8JpjIVlmnI/TVSJO_8rCuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2fX9BYGsX28/s320/2011-02-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God has surrounded me with wonderful students who are studious, creative, and compassionate.  This precious boy below, TL, sold cookies in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;break room&lt;/span&gt; to support our adoption.  He came into class and handed me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bag full of crumpled bills and change.  TL is always wearing a smile, and he is always helping others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqGY7X9dSzc/TVSJO48hbzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LWjyeikbDlw/s1600/P1420826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqGY7X9dSzc/TVSJO48hbzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LWjyeikbDlw/s320/P1420826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other families also continually bless my life.  Below are JR and HR!  Their family gave me the beautiful "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Overcomer - I will not leave you as orphans&lt;/span&gt;" necklace today.  I nearly cried.  It's beautiful!  JR and HR's mother, Amanda, is one of the most loving people I know.  This entire family has been extremely supportive and encouraging throughout this entire adoption.  How thankful I am for them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQVAnbLBho/TVSJPA7TTmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRmiFpxbN3o/s1600/P1420834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQVAnbLBho/TVSJPA7TTmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRmiFpxbN3o/s320/P1420834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course, one of my favorite things about Thursday is ending my day surrounded by my boys!  (Yes, Mason is now taller than me!  Oh my!)  We work together to clean the room, pack supplies, and load the van to head home.  Today we made a special pit-stop on the way home for a doughnut!  How blessed I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHrJRaAcEqQ/TVSJqAiw82I/AAAAAAAAAj4/vYkouGG8OuQ/s1600/P1420830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229993757471586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHrJRaAcEqQ/TVSJqAiw82I/AAAAAAAAAj4/vYkouGG8OuQ/s320/P1420830.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether my own children, or those birthed to other families.  Teaching is a responsibility I take very seriously.  It's an honor to be with these students each week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A pupil is not above his teacher; but everyone, after he has been fully trained, will be like his teacher. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 6:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-78541441314009104?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/78541441314009104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=78541441314009104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/78541441314009104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/78541441314009104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-love-thursdays.html' title='Why I LOVE Thursdays'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-wfcw0AiGk/TVSJOsSHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9RNL5AGArLM/s72-c/P1420768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2242580824961533621</id><published>2011-02-08T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:19:04.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Five Dollars</title><content type='html'>A few moments ago I pulled into my driveway after coming home from the Bible Study downtown.  This Bible Study is called "Undivided Devotion" based on 1 Cor. 7:32-35.  This weekly study began a little over a year ago for homeless women in our city.  Many of whom work the streets for a living.  This time together is to encourage them to live with "Undivided Devotion" to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I came in our house, I shared with Reid about the evening, but wanted to record it for my own memory as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend who frequently attends the Bible Study is Betty.  Betty is very soft-spoken.   Her brownish-red hair is poofy behind her headband.  Her attire is usually sweat pants and a large t-shirt.  Betty is a little smaller than me and only a few years younger.  Because of a disease, she shakes all the time - her hands, legs and feet.  She never seems steady walking but convulses as she moves.  I always stop myself from offering to help her because I know she doesn't like that.  She is independent and prefers to do things for herself.  Her shaking doesn't seem to bother her, but I struggle sometimes to see her difficulty with simple tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I drove her back to the mission.  While riding, she shared some of her story with me.  Her mother killed herself when she was three, so she went to live with her Mamaw.  Her Mamaw raised her until Betty was eleven, but then her Mamaw died as well.  Betty was sent to live with her Aunt, but Betty confessed to doing something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really bad&lt;/span&gt;.  She compared her Aunt to her Mamaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we arrived at the mission, there were three police cars out front arresting a man.  He was wearing a coat and nothing else.  No pants, socks, or shoes.  Realizing this was an awful greeting to come home to, I wanted to help her in.  Pulling her rolling chair out of the trunk, I configured her belongings to keep them as dry as possible from the rain.  As I helped Betty get out of the car, I offered to walk her in.  She informed me that she "wasn't afraid" and had "faced far worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty then told me she has spent three years in prison.  However, she "doesn't do those things anymore."  (I don't know the crime.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, she was in my small group.  She shared how she prays for people whenever she hears them use God's name in vain.  She prays for people when she hears them argue - which is frequent at the mission.  Charlene, another lady in my group from the mission, said Betty spends much of her day at the altar praying.  (The mission only allows the homeless to stay in the chapel during the day.  Most resent it.  Betty chooses to seize this time in the chapel to pray for others.  This woman whose body shakes constantly spends her day kneeling for others.  Her heart is beautiful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ended the evening tonight, Betty asked if she could ask for prayer for something.   She was in tears by the time she spilled out any words.  Betty was shaking violently while the women beside her were holding her hands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty: "Can I ask for prayer for something?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure.  Absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;Betty:  "You know I would die for him.  Jesus.  I would have died for him so he wouldn't have to die.  I can't believe he did that for me."&lt;br /&gt;Women around the room are struck silent.&lt;br /&gt;Confidence wavering, Betty: "It's stupid to ask for prayer for this."&lt;br /&gt;Betty's tears come now.&lt;br /&gt;"No, Betty.  It's okay.  God cares about every need you have."&lt;br /&gt;Betty:  "Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's okay.  You can pray about anything."&lt;br /&gt;Trembling.  Tearful.  Betty:  "T-t-tomorrow I h-h-have a doctor's appointm-m-ment.  M-m-my insurance has ch-ch-changed and my d-d-doctor is going to change m-m-my medication.  I have to p-p-ay five dollars to get it."&lt;br /&gt;"You need five dollars for your medicine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Y-y-yeah.  S-s-see I told you it was s-s-stupid."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sweetie.  God cares about that.  I believe he will provide for your need."&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie (who runs Water Angels):  "Betty, I bet that there is a five dollar bill in our offering box just for you.  I think God wants to give you that money that you need for your medicine."&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck Betty:  "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, really.  He loves you that much."&lt;br /&gt;Betty:  "Do you really think he loves me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Betty.  I know he does.  So much.  You are his beloved chosen child.  He loves you."&lt;br /&gt;Betty:  "He really loves me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Betty.  He really loves you.  He really does love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But whoever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is known by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Corinthians 8:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never really know a man until you understand things from his point  of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-2242580824961533621?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/2242580824961533621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=2242580824961533621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2242580824961533621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2242580824961533621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-five-dollars.html' title='For Five Dollars'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4842346977699585093</id><published>2011-02-08T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:32:12.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Today I've been working on a few special gifts to take with us back to Ghana.  I love these kids.  Can't wait to be with them again.  Their happiness is so contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from our first trip in Oct. 2010&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry.  Overcomer is not in any of the photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could any of the precious children join your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WB0w96I/AAAAAAAAAhE/lZxPhv8tt4U/s1600/2010-10-166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WB0w96I/AAAAAAAAAhE/lZxPhv8tt4U/s400/2010-10-166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WVwjPPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/RJUVkjkD3Xk/s1600/2010-10-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WVwjPPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/RJUVkjkD3Xk/s400/2010-10-161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2Wy-0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/BsOLZaRHnFs/s1600/2010-10-162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2Wy-0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/BsOLZaRHnFs/s400/2010-10-162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WykmhRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/iSwZYQU1LAM/s1600/2010-10-165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WykmhRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/iSwZYQU1LAM/s400/2010-10-165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them praise His name with dancing;&lt;br /&gt;Let them sing praises to Him with timbrel and lyre.&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord takes pleasure in His people;&lt;br /&gt;He will beautify the afflicted ones with salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 149:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4842346977699585093?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4842346977699585093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4842346977699585093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4842346977699585093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4842346977699585093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/preparing-gifts.html' title='Preparing Gifts'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TVG2WB0w96I/AAAAAAAAAhE/lZxPhv8tt4U/s72-c/2010-10-166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-2862101385494061645</id><published>2011-02-06T15:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:29:13.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will NOT Leave You As Orphans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a promise from our God who adopted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I will NOT leave you as orphans, I will come to you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John 14:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has, hasn't he? We are never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8BYlF8xYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VYs6-45OFxg/s1600/Overcomer%2Bnecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570672785866147202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8BYlF8xYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VYs6-45OFxg/s320/Overcomer%2Bnecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A precious friend, Amanda, is ordering the above necklace for me. Amanda was going to surprise me with it as a baby gift. She even thought of creating a charm with name the Lord gave us for our son - Overcomer. I nearly cried when I saw the picture. I was begging Reid to "surprise" me with one for Valentine's Day because it's the new necklace specially designed for &lt;a href="http://feedingtheorphans.com/"&gt;Feeding the Orphans&lt;/a&gt;. (Twenty percent of all proceeds go to FTO.) Additionally, &lt;a href="http://www.keeferstylecreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa Keefer&lt;/a&gt;, who designed it, uses all of her jewelry sales to fund her mission trips to Haiti. It's the gift of giving back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We received word that Overcomer's exit interview is scheduled for Valentine's Day, February 14th. Only eight days from now! I can't believe it. We are so excited! Our travel will be soon, so please be praying. As I wrote a few weeks ago, I'd expected we would be in country sooner. Because of the significance of two days next week, I'd actually set some hopes on the dates I expected as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning while worshiping in church, I found myself at a place of sweet surrender. Tears surprised me as the weight of missing the anniversary of Ansley's death and being absent on Overcomer's birthday hit me like a lead weight. My heart longs to be present with our little one for his third birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This afternoon, I received this message from a dear friend - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we were singing in church today, I had a vision. A vision of victory, of you holding your precious son with a huge smile on your face. A victory that our Savior walked before you and fought for you. It was so incredibly clear, I could truly see you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How comforting and beautiful is this assurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's plans are better than my own. His timing is perfect. The moment our feet touch the ground in Ghana will be what God himself has orchestrated. The Lord comforted me through the words of "In Christ Alone" knowing that HE himself will be loving me completely on these two significant days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What heights of love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what depths of peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When fears are stilled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when strivings cease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Comforter, my All in All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in the love of Christ I stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'll stand in His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mason is very sick right now. He's been laying around for five days. Last night after talking to the doctor, Reid took him to the ER and returned home a few hours later. Mason's fever, coughing, and pain are due to a virus. Nothing more. We must wait it out. God gently whispers, "What if you were in Africa right now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of December and beginning of January our entire family battled the stomach flu. It was horrible. Projectile vomiting and more (use your imagination) struck us all and kept us down for nearly three weeks. All through the sickness, I realized these were the dates we originally thought we might be going to Ghana. God gently whispered, "What if you were in Africa right now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, HE has a plan. I need to plan less and trust more. Every day brings more love for this child joining our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoption is when a child grew in its mommy's heart instead of her tummy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-2862101385494061645?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/2862101385494061645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=2862101385494061645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2862101385494061645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/2862101385494061645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-not-leave-you-as-orphans.html' title='I Will NOT Leave You As Orphans'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8BYlF8xYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VYs6-45OFxg/s72-c/Overcomer%2Bnecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-6871062135124664034</id><published>2011-02-04T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:32:22.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands On Human Body Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHhbFduI/AAAAAAAAAgs/80sbaa_K710/s1600/Eyeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702179637229282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHhbFduI/AAAAAAAAAgs/80sbaa_K710/s320/Eyeball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a taste of what kids SEE at Hands On Human Body Camp. Pun intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Pig Eyeball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHXfCV5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/rt8mOlFUU_Y/s1600/Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702176969447314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHXfCV5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/rt8mOlFUU_Y/s320/Ethan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we touch real organs, examine real bones, and s-t-r-e-t-c-h our understanding of the amazing human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHIEkVgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UphBAZpCVEg/s1600/Crazy%2BRobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702172831897090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHIEkVgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UphBAZpCVEg/s320/Crazy%2BRobin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The teacher even models lobes of the brain. She's sooooo boss! (Thanks Rob and Jess for helping update my lingo! Awesome is O-U-T!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cGea8hnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jKxI5bf8rVg/s1600/Brain%2BJello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702161651467890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cGea8hnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jKxI5bf8rVg/s320/Brain%2BJello.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snack time is complete with delicious brain jello for any student who dares! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands made me and formed me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me understanding to learn your commands. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May those who fear you rejoice when they see me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for I have put my hope in your word. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Psalm 119:73-74&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to my friend, &lt;a href="http://fourbowlings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, for the terrific shots.  She is a professional photographer who also happens to be in the process of adopting two children from Ghana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-6871062135124664034?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/6871062135124664034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=6871062135124664034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6871062135124664034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/6871062135124664034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/hands-on-human-body-camp.html' title='Hands On Human Body Camp'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TU8cHhbFduI/AAAAAAAAAgs/80sbaa_K710/s72-c/Eyeball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-5122005787526018541</id><published>2011-02-01T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:47:13.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Apple Bags for Africa</title><content type='html'>Today the boys and I spent our day with friends preparing bags for our upcoming trip back to Ghana.  Before we started packing, we all watched the video of Sydney and the O'learys taking the first batch of bags on their first trip to Ghana in September.  Before you read on, perhaps you should take time to see the impact these simple apple bags will have on the people we will be visiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa1HYFJpaDI&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa1HYFJpaDI&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3px5509pGrE/TVSBfVKYAZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6wM2VIgEeLQ/s1600/P1420743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572221014220734866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3px5509pGrE/TVSBfVKYAZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6wM2VIgEeLQ/s320/P1420743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhVy2nn-bTA/TVSBfGv0djI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EEPlQ55V1VM/s1600/P1420740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572221010351257138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhVy2nn-bTA/TVSBfGv0djI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EEPlQ55V1VM/s320/P1420740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karen, Cassie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlQh24qRBDM/TVSBeyyogdI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VzZ4snfpAjw/s1600/P1420747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572221004994347474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlQh24qRBDM/TVSBeyyogdI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VzZ4snfpAjw/s320/P1420747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and many other friends from downtown helped us pack bags to give to children while we are in Africa.  Water Angels Ministry donated most of the items for the bags.  Some of the items came from friends, and some things our family wanted to give.  Gathered together, each bag is quite a gift for a child with very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_C8m8eTSQyo/TVSBemuFf0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/9tTK2M62DMI/s1600/P1420749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572221001754050370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_C8m8eTSQyo/TVSBemuFf0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/9tTK2M62DMI/s320/P1420749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food, school supplies, hygiene products, washcloths, toys, and most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8lxMLMuD3E/TVSBeRwVz6I/AAAAAAAAAio/ZrbFZLVOQS4/s1600/P1420752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572220996126363554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8lxMLMuD3E/TVSBeRwVz6I/AAAAAAAAAio/ZrbFZLVOQS4/s320/P1420752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bibles filled these apple bags with love from friends in Tennessee.  Every child who receives a bag will receive God's Word!  What a gift!  Thank you Water Angels for giving the most important gift we could take with us for others.  Bibles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ3u3vZoFX8/TVSAmAhE89I/AAAAAAAAAiY/vW-tI9lvRac/s1600/2011-02-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ3u3vZoFX8/TVSAmAhE89I/AAAAAAAAAiY/vW-tI9lvRac/s320/2011-02-011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes!  God provided loads of bags FILLED WITH HIS LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May all who receive them know they are truly LOVED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.” - 1 Corinthians 13:1-3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9e2lGNctaYs/TVSAmCJ6oKI/AAAAAAAAAig/WCJyAXVc-aM/s1600/P1420762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9e2lGNctaYs/TVSAmCJ6oKI/AAAAAAAAAig/WCJyAXVc-aM/s320/P1420762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;P.S. If anyone would like to write some notes to go in these bags, that would be great!  Send them to me soon so we can take them with us.  What a gift of encouragement a handwritten note would be for these children!  Yes, many Ghanaian children speak English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-5122005787526018541?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/5122005787526018541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=5122005787526018541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5122005787526018541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/5122005787526018541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/02/packing-apple-bags-for-africa.html' title='Packing Apple Bags for Africa'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3px5509pGrE/TVSBfVKYAZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6wM2VIgEeLQ/s72-c/P1420743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-571112199271983575</id><published>2011-01-31T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:37:15.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornrows Speak For Themselves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VM_7hX6wjMU/TVSHd-5pArI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IvJHBz_2X5s/s1600/2011-02-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VM_7hX6wjMU/TVSHd-5pArI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IvJHBz_2X5s/s320/2011-02-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's been the response to my cornrows? Actually, it depends on where I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends at church?  All loved it.  At least they told me so.  Dianne said I looked like a teen-ager.  Knowing our connection to Africa made the braids less surprising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strangers in West Knoxville?  The hair-do has caused me to receive many wide-eyed looks, but few comments.  No compliments I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother? She looked scared, astonished, sick and surprised all balled up together. Once I told her I planned to take it down eventually, relief flooded her pale face. (Mom? What if it had been a tattoo? Oh my!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad? He burst into howling laughter when the hat came off. I was afraid he would fracture a rib he was laughing so hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sisters? They both said little, but also laughed when they saw the cornrows. I suppose the cornrows speak for themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, when I walked in to Water Angels with the tight braids down my back. Well, it was like I'd won an African beauty pageant. Every dark-skinned person there told me how "good" I looked. Karen (above) told me I wore the braids better than "one of her own people." Amy (above) shared she used to wear her hair this way when she was on the street. Talking to her made me think I should adopt this style permanently!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing is for sure, I'm not putting things off any longer. My life is flying by. If there's something crazy I'm want to try. Well, I'm going to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, at 41 years old, I know how cool it feels to have cornrows! It's a great feeling to wake up without needing to fix my hair!  I might be cray enough to do it again sometime.  Or, I could be like Jess, and give dreadlocks a try?!?   Hmmmm.....what would dreads be like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me, LORD, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. Psalm 39:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-571112199271983575?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/571112199271983575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=571112199271983575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/571112199271983575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/571112199271983575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/cornrows-speak-for-themselves.html' title='Cornrows Speak For Themselves!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VM_7hX6wjMU/TVSHd-5pArI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IvJHBz_2X5s/s72-c/2011-02-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1890823075422300822</id><published>2011-01-29T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:14:20.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary = The New Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Call me crazy!?! Tonight when I went to pick up Omar and Lamar I asked their mom, my friend Anna, what who thought I would look like with braided hair. I'd been contemplating having it done during our upcoming trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Anna says, "Oh, it'll look great! Do you want me to braid one for you so you can see what it will feel like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;"Yeah, sure. That'd be great!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;And the next thing I know... Anna has braided my entire head with cornrows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;What an awesome gift to receive on the anniversary of beginning the pursuit of Overcomer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSaJ17amI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9jPdLV4vlUI/s1600/P1420726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSaJ17amI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9jPdLV4vlUI/s400/P1420726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSaFdAGoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yz2IndOyYVs/s1600/P1420729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSaFdAGoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yz2IndOyYVs/s400/P1420729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I walked in the door, Reid had this enormous grin on his face when he saw me! I hope he likes it because I think I'll leave it in for a while. Actually, I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSalxY8TI/AAAAAAAAAf4/yL6F7P8eAB0/s1600/P1420732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSalxY8TI/AAAAAAAAAf4/yL6F7P8eAB0/s400/P1420732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our boys tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSahKfVfI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vM7y-9rGzvw/s1600/P1420608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSahKfVfI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vM7y-9rGzvw/s400/P1420608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sweet friend, Anna, who tediously braided and braided and braided my hair! I love her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm...would you call this hairstyle 'elaborate'? Oh my!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 Peter 3:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1890823075422300822?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1890823075422300822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1890823075422300822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1890823075422300822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1890823075422300822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-year-anniversary-new-do.html' title='One Year Anniversary = The New Do'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUTSaJ17amI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9jPdLV4vlUI/s72-c/P1420726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8507435558334710673</id><published>2011-01-28T17:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:04:09.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's been one year. A full 365 days. One year ago today we stepped away from what felt comfortable, what seemed reasonable, and what common-sense told us to do. We mailed in our application to adopt to begin the process. I can't believe it's been that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been wondering why it's taking so long for us to return to Ghana to bring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt; home. Amazingly though, I've been at peace overall throughout the long wait. Earlier this week,&lt;br /&gt;I was shifting pictures around on the blog and I re-read the original prayer requests we asked people to pray throughout this adoption. It was a gentle reminder from God telling me to SEE His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were our requests -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For God's GLORY - first and foremost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For protection - over this child we've yet to meet. Specifically, please pray for healing of his health. Also, please pray those caring for him will know how to help him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(As of today - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Overcomer's&lt;/span&gt; health has been great since our 2 scares with Malaria early in the adoption. He is being loved on by M at the home where he lives.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For discernment - clearly following God's leading - boy or girl, boys or girls, or boy and girl???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ANSWERED! God led us to a 2 1/2 year old boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For provision - may we trust completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(As of today, Each step has been another step of faith, but God has continued to GROW our TRUST in HIM ALONE! Astounded by His outpouring of love on us, God has miraculously provided for need after need. We praise Him!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For clarity of purpose - staying in HIS will (As of today, the Lord seems to be expanding what HIS will looks like for our family. Our vision and purpose has become clear...to bring glory to God in all things!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For courage - to say YES to anything the Lord asks of us (A few days in country were frightening. We knew the the Lord was fighting for us. We needed courage and the Lord provided it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For mercy in the adoption process - to be granted an adoption decree instead of a two year placement&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- ANSWERED - Full Adoption Decree Granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For patience - in God's perfect timing&lt;/strong&gt; - READ BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the hope of Christ to be continually believed without wavering doubt (As of today, I'm clinging closer to Christ than ever before. When doubts come, I'm learning to continually take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For trust - even in the midst of concerning news about our child, may we trust in God's providence and sovereignty (As of today, my understanding of God's sovereignty continues grow. The goodness of God partnered with His sovereignty teaches me that even circumstances that seem undesirable are for HIS purposes. How exciting to be a part of what HE is doing!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;As I read over the prayer requests, I saw that my precious Lord has answered every one. He has heard the cry of my heart. The prayers of others have fallen upon His ears that care. He listens and He answers. WOW! What an amazing God we serve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;God also seems to be answering my prayer request &lt;strong&gt;For patience - in God's perfect timing&lt;/strong&gt;. I was wondering why we were waiting so long, but it is now looking like travel will take place in a few weeks. Really!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;The possible dates mean two very, very special celebrations may possibly be happening while we are in Ghana. One is the possibility of celebrating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Overcomer's&lt;/span&gt; third birthday with him! How wonderful! This has been my prayer for quite some time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;The second celebration is the possibility of being on Ghanaian soil for the anniversary of the death of my precious friend, &lt;a href="http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-sitting-here-with-my-sweet-friend.html"&gt;Ansley&lt;/a&gt;. Her passion was missions. Her favorite place was Ghana! Actually, this blog was started soon after her death. And, if we are there when I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; we will be - then we will be in Ghana on the anniversary of her Homecoming to be with Jesus! Would you please pray with me for this possible reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="widget-content"&gt;The Lord is great and greatly to be praised! One year...365 Days. We are still apart, but closer to being together as a family. He is bringing beauty from the ashes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the LORD has anointed me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to proclaim good news to the poor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to proclaim freedom for the captives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and release from darkness for the prisoners,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the day of vengeance of our God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to comfort all who mourn, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and provide for those who grieve in Zion— &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to bestow on them a crown of beauty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of ashes, the oil of joy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of mourning, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a garment of praise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of a spirit of despair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will be called oaks of righteousness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a planting of the LORD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the display of his splendor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 61:1-4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8507435558334710673?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8507435558334710673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8507435558334710673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8507435558334710673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8507435558334710673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-7160982426547643106</id><published>2011-01-26T22:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:34:14.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE SPECIAL &amp; ADOPTION T-SHIRT GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>Every day we draw closer to traveling.  Today we notarized our vaccination waivers for the visa medical exam.  One more step closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes are to take our entire family for this once-in-a-lifetime trip to bring out baby home!  After looking at airfare, hotel, transportation, etc... we realize it will be very tight for this happen.   God has been so faithful and provided so much.  We know He has called us to experience this next trip as a family, so we are stepping forward in faith.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDl7B73d5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/CNl-RTfAWs8/s1600/shirt%2Bfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDl7B73d5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/CNl-RTfAWs8/s320/shirt%2Bfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566701941724510098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDl7foN0eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JLzfspbveiU/s1600/shirt%2Bback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDl7foN0eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JLzfspbveiU/s320/shirt%2Bback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566701949695152610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in order to help drive some shirt sales we are having a VALENTINE SPECIAL on all shirt orders between now and Feb. 14, 2011.  We will include a FREE pack of Africa Adoption Silly bands with every shirt order!  What a great Valentine Gift for your loved ones.  It truly is a gift of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDkUpLEYuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/A1AAcDiORMA/s1600/adoption%2Bsilly%2Bbands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDkUpLEYuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/A1AAcDiORMA/s320/adoption%2Bsilly%2Bbands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566700182730728162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, we're having another t-shirt giveaway.  Simply post this link on your blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt;, etc... and let me know you've done it.   Then your name goes in the hat for a FREE t-shirt of your choosing!  Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help our family travel by wearing a new shirt for Spring!  Lots of colors and styles available!  Simply click on the button located on the lower left of our blog.  Scroll down to find your size.  Special includes the chocolate brown shirts also!  Wonderful gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me this verse recently.  Our desire is to live it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,  so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. "  - Romans 15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-7160982426547643106?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/7160982426547643106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=7160982426547643106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7160982426547643106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7160982426547643106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/valentine-special-adoption-t-shirt.html' title='VALENTINE SPECIAL &amp; ADOPTION T-SHIRT GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TUDl7B73d5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/CNl-RTfAWs8/s72-c/shirt%2Bfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4887719122949827684</id><published>2011-01-22T17:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:07:28.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; an address given to ministers and workers after his ninetieth birthday, George Mueller spoke thus of himself: "I was converted &lt;span class="il"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; November, 1825, but I only came into &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; full surrender of &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; heart four years later, &lt;span class="il"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; July, 1829. &lt;span class="il"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; love of money was gone, &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; love of place was gone, &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; love of position was gone, &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; love of worldly pleasures and engagements was gone. God, God alone became my portion. I found my all &lt;span class="il"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Him; I wanted nothing else. And by &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; grace of God this has remained, and has made me a happy man, an exceedingly happy man, and it led me to care only about &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; things of God. I ask affectionately, my beloved brethren, have you fully surrendered &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; heart to God, or is there this thing or that thing with which you are taken up irrespective of God? I read a little of &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Scriptures before, but preferred other books; but since that time &lt;span class="il"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;  revelation He has made of Himself has become unspeakably blessed to me,  and I can say from my heart, God is an infinitely lovely Being. Oh, be  not satisfied until &lt;span class="il"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; your own inmost soul you can say, God is an infinitely lovely Being!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has grown so much over the past year.  As I've let go of more worldly pleasures, God has replaced them with the "infinitely lovely Being" of Himself!  God has used this past year to strip me of many things that previously  were found to be important.  So many moments of surrender.  How my life was filled with things "irrespective of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several days ago I began inscribing the names off our our blog onto the puzzle pieces.  Each name represented someone who had done something to help us on this journey of adoption.  I neatly wrote each name and remembered what the individual had done for us.  Prayers of thanksgiving were lifted to God for His goodness through His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtY6TY-_NI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vTH7Bd_xVyw/s1600/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtY6TY-_NI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vTH7Bd_xVyw/s320/puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139523207101650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young children and my 94 year old grandmother.  Close friends and complete strangers.  Names of people who gave generous amounts and those who gave gifts of pennies.  People who gave their time to help us with fund-raising and others who gave their homes for fund-raising events.  Adoptive parents who offered advice and prayer warriors who have specifically prayed.  Little ones who have emptied their banks and others who have sold coke floats and cookies.  And on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each name represented a part of this journey.  Every person reminded me of God's faithfulness to provide all things.   The Lord has revealed himself in miraculous ways over this past year as we have stepped "out of the boat" and into the water.  Along the way, we've learned to swim closer to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtY6A05mwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Imu15NEtmu4/s1600/butterfly%2Bpuzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtY6A05mwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Imu15NEtmu4/s320/butterfly%2Bpuzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139518223915778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is day 359 since we mailed in our application.  In seven days it will be a year since we started on the adoption path.  A full year of praying, seeking, trusting, yearning, and growing.  The days ahead hold more of the same.  How can I not praise God during the wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am more than ready to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here with us.  I long to hold him and hug him tight.  I miss his sweet voice.  Anticipation fills me when I think of him playing with his brothers.  Tears still come and go.  We are ready to travel to bring him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, writing the names on these tiny puzzle pieces reminded me that God is the one molding the pieces together - not me.  His timing is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIS TIMING&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not mine.  (Otherwise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have been with us long ago.)  So, I will continue to trust Him, and praise Him until the path is cleared for us to return to bring our son home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Overcomer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday is approaching in a few weeks.  It's a significant day for me, so I am praying that we would be with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on his birthday.  What a gift that would be!  The butterflies on the puzzle above remind me to cling to HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to everyone who has been a part of this journey.  I can't wait to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Overcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all of the people who helped bring him HOME.  Can you imagine the impact this will have on him? At this point, over 800 people loved Jesus enough to step out to help provide a way for him to come into our family.  WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are inadequate to express our gratitude to everyone for their love and support.  We stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;continually&lt;/span&gt; amazed at all God has done and all He will continue to do!  May we continually find our ALL in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The disciples, as each one was able, decided to provide help&lt;br /&gt;for the brothers and sisters living in "Ghana".  (Judea)&lt;br /&gt;Acts 11:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4887719122949827684?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4887719122949827684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4887719122949827684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4887719122949827684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4887719122949827684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-on-puzzle.html' title='Working on the Puzzle'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtY6TY-_NI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vTH7Bd_xVyw/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4408128669186802637</id><published>2011-01-22T15:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:06:29.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIllowcase Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A VERY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt; INVESTMENT with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   A &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt; AMOUNT OF TIME for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      A &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMALL &lt;/span&gt;SEWING PROJECT will make a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;IMPACT ON A LITTLE GIRL'S LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtEJXTCaDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JbpeDItx6nU/s1600/gal081800584347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtEJXTCaDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JbpeDItx6nU/s320/gal081800584347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565116692209756210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young orphaned girls in Ghana, West Africa rarely have new dresses to wear.  If clothes are available many are used or passed down from others by the time they wear them.  This is why Feeding the Orphans is asking for volunteers to make simple dresses out of pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mrs. Miller for this wonderful idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter-in-law, Kristin, and son, Jeremy, were the first to give these gifts of love to the girls in Ghana a few weeks ago.  Read &lt;a href="http://simplelovetoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-beautiful-and-worthy.html"&gt;Kristin's post&lt;/a&gt; about delivering these precious dresses.  Your heart will be stirred, I promise.  This is Ruth in her new dress.  I think she likes it, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTu47RvfKOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0MSnZLQzW8o/s1600/Ruth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTu47RvfKOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0MSnZLQzW8o/s320/Ruth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565245093060749538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paste this link in your browser and print the pattern -&lt;br /&gt;http://www.everythingsewing.net/pillowcase_dress_how_to.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses will be hand-delivered to the children by Feeding the Orphan volunteers as they travel to Ghana.  The girls' exuberant smiles are worth your time.  If you are able to sew, would you consider this simple but profound project for a little girl without a family?  Gather some sewing friends and outfit a group of girls with a precious new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in participating, please e-mail me at robinfbb@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations of completed dresses are accepted at any time.   Dresses will be distributed to the children living in foster homes throughout the West Africa region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for living out the words of Jesus, "I needed clothes and you clothed me..." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Matthew 25:36a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4408128669186802637?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4408128669186802637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4408128669186802637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4408128669186802637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4408128669186802637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/pillowcase-dresses.html' title='PIllowcase Dresses'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTtEJXTCaDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JbpeDItx6nU/s72-c/gal081800584347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-4758870156352579065</id><published>2011-01-21T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:10:37.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICA ADOPTION SILLY BANDS FUNDRAISER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;Finally, the silly bands are here!&lt;br /&gt;Fundraising for our travel to bring Overcomer home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TToDOpAtDRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4D64gkGXqyk/s1600/P1420556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TToDOpAtDRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4D64gkGXqyk/s400/P1420556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six in a package:  Africa - brown, Target - glow-in-the-dark white, Arrow - red, Boy - blue, ADOPT - orange, Girl - pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come professionally packaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY $3.50 per pack OR 3 for $10.00&lt;br /&gt;Shipping only $1.00 for up to 3 packages.  Only $.50 shipping for each pack over 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT GIFTS!  Any adopting sibling would LOVE these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting Overcomer and helping to bring him HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-4758870156352579065?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/4758870156352579065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=4758870156352579065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4758870156352579065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/4758870156352579065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/africa-adoption-silly-bands-fundraiser.html' title='AFRICA ADOPTION SILLY BANDS FUNDRAISER'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TToDOpAtDRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4D64gkGXqyk/s72-c/P1420556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-836533498660704216</id><published>2011-01-18T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:16:13.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSqLUALI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kfBZS6suURs/s1600/P1420166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSqLUALI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kfBZS6suURs/s320/P1420166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSjVJviI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A0nbl_dpB8A/s1600/P1420169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSjVJviI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A0nbl_dpB8A/s320/P1420169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSw4f-tI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SpMqa2370Kk/s1600/P1420170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYtSw4f-tI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SpMqa2370Kk/s320/P1420170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXcGtUUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PRQymMI4VDY/s1600/P1420269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXcGtUUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PRQymMI4VDY/s320/P1420269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXVN96HI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HxONURq6WA8/s1600/P1420262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXVN96HI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HxONURq6WA8/s320/P1420262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXpcCM0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GUKrD1gFhkE/s1600/P1420273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXpcCM0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GUKrD1gFhkE/s320/P1420273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXgsyiRI/AAAAAAAAAco/ta0a8MxtNEA/s1600/P1420251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXgsyiRI/AAAAAAAAAco/ta0a8MxtNEA/s320/P1420251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mason, Franklin, Weston and Braden love their Grandmama and Papaw!  Overcomer will too!  I'm thankful they have such wonderful grandparents (and great-grandparents) to model living life for them.  They live out their faith well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, Papaw, met with Mason in late December and presented him with document written in calligraphy.   He had actually hired someone to hand write this note in elegant calligraphy.  It was a contract for Mason to sign at age 13,  It challenges him to begin reading one chapter of Proverbs every day in January and continue every January for the rest of his life.  In return, my dad promises to be reading the same chapters every day in January for the rest of his life as well.  Dad plans to present this agreement to every grandchild before the January of their 13th birthday.  What intentionality for my dad to ask this of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar happened to be with us on the evening of the challenge.  So, my dad included him.  Omar signed the same agreement.  He will be reading Proverbs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason taped a note on the refrigerator when we came home that night.  In bold caps, it read, "MASON READ PROVERBS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 1st, I overheard a phone conversation.  Standing in the kitchen with Mason in the next room, I heard:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, this is Mason.  Is Omar there?"   ...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Omar, How're you doin'?"   ...&lt;br /&gt;"Great.  Well, I was calling to remind you to read Proverbs today."   ...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you did!  That's great!  I'm glad you've already read it!  Okay, well I'll talk to you later.  Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He and all his family were devout and God-fearing; he gave generously to those in need and prayed to God regularly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 10:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;January 22, 2011 - Mason has read his chapter every day.  He even took his bible when he spent the night with a friend.  He's committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-7543063000117376046?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/7543063000117376046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=7543063000117376046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7543063000117376046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/7543063000117376046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2011/01/grandmama-and-papaw.html' title='Grandmama and Papaw'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TTYwXcGtUUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PRQymMI4VDY/s72-c/P1420269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8878139287956443153</id><published>2010-12-20T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:07:32.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Oven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;Our oven has been out for several weeks.  No Christmas baking at home this year.  Once our oven quit working, I began preparing everything on the stove-top.  Soups became my specialty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A repairman came out and informed us that it was not the igniter.  The most probable cause a circuit board issue which he didn't think was repairable.  After a few baking excursions to a friend's house in order to use an oven, I realized I would really like to have one in my home that works.  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this recent life without an oven reminded me of my time in Ghana.    In the pictures below I am making some food for Overcomer.  I'm cooking over a fire on the back porch of the home where he lives.  The dish called 'fufu' reminds me of wet play-dough, but Overcomer loves it!  I'm sure I'll be making more here when he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ946xDkkeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KkZ2b8cFDVs/s1600/P1400782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ946xDkkeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KkZ2b8cFDVs/s320/P1400782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947PEhahI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fb9bV3d7E_k/s1600/P1400783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947PEhahI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fb9bV3d7E_k/s320/P1400783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947ef0rcI/AAAAAAAAAac/_BikzKBD-oI/s1600/P1400784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947ef0rcI/AAAAAAAAAac/_BikzKBD-oI/s320/P1400784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947gG7EYI/AAAAAAAAAak/urUrCQNSRxY/s1600/P1400785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ947gG7EYI/AAAAAAAAAak/urUrCQNSRxY/s320/P1400785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooking in my oven is a daily task that I've overlooked as a simple blessing from God.  A stove is a blessing as well.  I'm not having to start a fire in order to cook my food.  Thank you, God!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid started the task of price-comparison for a new gas oven/stove.  When we realized most were priced over $1000+, we were in sticker-shock.  With our looming travel costs ahead, we were concerned about this additional unexpected expenditure.  Parting with the cash would hurt, but somehow we prayed God would replace it.  Reid found one for $800, so we took a deep breath and placed the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.  Philippians 4:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not believe this verse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my God WILL meet ALL your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reid and I were astounded by the outpouring of love through some friends.  Can I tell you that we received enough money for our new stove within 24 hours of placing the order?  Incredible!  We were blown away by the Lord's goodness to us!  God provided miraculously through the generosity of friends living out scripture found in Acts 4.  What a testimony to God's faithfulness.  We praise Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the congregation of those who believed were of one heart and soul;  and not one of them claimed that anything belonging to him was his own,  but all things were common property to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And with great power the apostles were giving testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and abundant grace was upon them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For there was not a needy person among them, for all who were owners of land or houses would sell them and bring the proceeds of the sales &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and lay them at the apostles' feet, and they would be distributed to each as any had need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 4:32-34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh, I pray we live like that daily!  Giving abundantly without hesitation.  What a gift!  Thank you, gracious Lord!  Thank you, generous friends!  We are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-8878139287956443153?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/8878139287956443153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=8878139287956443153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8878139287956443153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/8878139287956443153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-oven.html' title='No Oven?'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQ946xDkkeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KkZ2b8cFDVs/s72-c/P1400782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-1637322434228691078</id><published>2010-12-15T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:30:34.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Decor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;One of my favorite things about Christmas is the new decorations we add each year.  Usually very simple ornaments are placed on the tree as reminders of events throughout the previous 12 months.  Here are my Top Four new additions for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Africa Ornament:  A heart in Ghana and Sudan.  I'm ordering two more hearts to place over Ethiopia for our two nephews!  (Amy, our long-johns are still on the tree!  Love 'em!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphgnzwESI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DsFHf1fozJE/s1600/P1420090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphgnzwESI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DsFHf1fozJE/s320/P1420090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our "Beanie Baby Manger" - made by Heather Bales.  Who knew something so adorable could be made from toothpicks, lima beans, and black eyed peas?  (I admit to stealing this design and making a few with our boys for gifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphg9K0NdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KPqA5PqoYik/s1600/P1420085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphg9K0NdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KPqA5PqoYik/s320/P1420085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new family ornament from Jess!  The ornament exchange tradition continues!  This came in the mail on the day we were decorating the tree.  Our new family ornament was the first one placed on the branches!  Our full family!  Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphhOSOjbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/h4ICeMNSkUA/s1600/P1420078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphhOSOjbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/h4ICeMNSkUA/s320/P1420078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, one more stocking hung by the chimney with care!  We still need to add one more nail, and have Overcomer's stocking monogrammed, but we are ready!  Reid insists on hanging the one I cross-stitched for him when we were engaged so he and Overcomer will have stockings different from the rest.  Eight hanging on our mantle this year!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphhkIjdKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/I-aem79iZ0A/s1600/P1420095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphhkIjdKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/I-aem79iZ0A/s320/P1420095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great  mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the  resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Peter 1:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-1637322434228691078?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/1637322434228691078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=1637322434228691078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1637322434228691078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/1637322434228691078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-christmas-decor.html' title='New Christmas Decor!'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TRphgnzwESI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DsFHf1fozJE/s72-c/P1420090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-219879909746501849</id><published>2010-12-11T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:31:17.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;Finally, our home will have a central Christmas decoration - a Christmas tree!  I seem to be running behind on everything this year, so we are at least a week later than I would prefer, but, hey, it's done!  Chosen, loaded onto the van, and now standing in our living room!  Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;The tree we chose was marked down by $20 because the bottom branches were dead.  Reid's very happy about his new titanium clippers he received for his birthday.  Today, he broke them in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlaaeykcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7FgB1gbTwg4/s1600/P1420005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlaaeykcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7FgB1gbTwg4/s320/P1420005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlaaHgT2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cs5_1LbC_xc/s1600/P1420006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlaaHgT2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cs5_1LbC_xc/s320/P1420006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlak_pJrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/iMKwh1nDM8g/s1600/P1420008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlak_pJrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/iMKwh1nDM8g/s320/P1420008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Praising God for his gift of Jesus, the Messiah, this Christmas -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Messiah was to be born. “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written: “‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you will come a ruler who will shepherd my people Israel.’”” - Matthew 2:4-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has said that she is planning to leave her tree up until Overcomer comes home.   Even if it's next October!  Who knows?  We may do the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CDD0F2A53AF0A46CC4EBACFEAA498E5E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/363/CAB4B9A34EE159FED102DE00EA53CFC8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668264909689257283-219879909746501849?l=beebebits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/feeds/219879909746501849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668264909689257283&amp;postID=219879909746501849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/219879909746501849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668264909689257283/posts/default/219879909746501849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beebebits.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-late-then-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Hillbilly Rockin' Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845219331915517894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZlCbRDB4gA/TQTlaaeykcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7FgB1gbTwg4/s72-c/P1420005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668264909689257283.post-8061362369328195440</id><published>2010-12-10T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:30:53.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ideas to Share</title><content type='html'>I posted this three years ago after a church event in which women shared their favorite Christmas traditions.  I decided to share it again to inspire myself!  I'm buying marshmallows tonight for a surprise "Indoor Snowball Fight!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few I' d like to share. I thought perhaps someone out there  could use some new ideas! These are all VERY EASY to implement - most  have very little expense and very little up-front planning! Two things I  love when it c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;omes&lt;/span&gt; to making something fun and memorable! Some ideas are from our family and some were shared this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Have &lt;em&gt;Christmas Cookie Nights&lt;/em&gt;  with friends. Invite some friends to come over after dinner and share  Christmas cookies, play games, and enjoy one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Buy a couple of  bags of marshmallows and SURPRISE your family with an indoor snowball  fight! I'm already planning an ambush to take place within the next 24  hours! Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Have a PAJAMA RIDE with your kids! Tuck them in bed in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;  then within 5 minutes run in their room and grab them for a spontaneous  PAJAMA RIDE around town to look at Christmas lights! The only rule is  that the parents MUST be dressed in their pajamas also! Reid and I  actually had to stop at a friend house to use their restroom a few years  ago. Embarrassing, but that's what memories are made of! The kids &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Let the children be children at Christmas. If you have a clump of  ornaments on the tree, who cares?! If you can only see the backs of  everyone in your nativity b/c they are all looking &lt;em&gt;very closely&lt;/em&gt; at Baby Jesus, see it as beautiful! Let their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cookies be lumpy with frosting and covered in sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Place the Wise Men some where far away in your house. Each day have the  children move them closer to Baby Jesus. This helps the children  understand that these men traveled from afar to see the newborn King!  (We're trying this one this year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Wrap up the Baby Jesus out  of your nativity as a Christmas package and open this "special gift" on  Christmas morning! One family places this gift in the middle of their  breakfast table and opens it before anything else - the first gift of  Christmas. Another family is going to have him wrapped up and under a  special tree in their front yard. The children will find him Christmas  morning. Last year, we wrapped him up and placed him under our Christmas  tree. The tag read "To Everyone." When we opened it, we had a time of  prayer of thanksgiving for God's goodness. This is a way to keep your  focus on Christ amidst all the gift opening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Have a "Happy Birthday Jesus" party. Invite your friends and neighbors and share the gospel with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Have a homemade ornament tree. Last year, we simply had too many  ornaments to go on our tree. With four boys all making new ornaments  every year, we have a lot! I turned our silk fig tree into our special  homemade ornament tree. It has white Christmas lights and lots of  ornaments like this one that Braden painted last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139130635651346018" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRA52KKSw5A/R1HcFbhTbmI/AAAAAAAAB0M/0VYvzlbzFk0/s320/P1180474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;9.) Have a "parable" tree. Make ornaments for your tree that represent different parables from scripture. Here is a &lt;a href="http://http//www.childrensministry.com/backissues/detail.asp?ID=4654"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to tell you how to do this. It also has several more fun ideas for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Have an advent wreath. Light each candle as a family at dinner and  celebrate all of the wonderful things about Christ's birth. There's lots  of information on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;,  but I liked this site b/c it tells you how to make one with your  children and gives you daily scripture readings to incorporate. Here's  the &lt;a href="http://http//www.christiancrafters.com/no_flame_advent_wreath.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)  Open your Christmas cards as a family at dinner time. Each night as you  open them, pray for these friends and loved ones that have remembered  you this special season. Pray specifically for the people you have  opened cards from this evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Read children's Christmas  books together as a family. I remember my mother doing this while we  were growing up. I enjoyed it through my college years! One mom today  had a terrific idea. (Collins, you'll love it too!) This mother has  young children and she has wrapped up 25 books for her children to open.  They get to open one each day from now until Dec. 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! She purchased many of the books at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McKays&lt;/span&gt; which saved her lots of money too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)  Have your children perform the nativity together. You can get lots of  children together from your neighborhood and call it, "The Best  Christmas Pageant Ever" or perform it with cousins and family.  Incorporate everyone, one of my favorite memories from Christmas past is  seeing my P
