<?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-5113823527022933365</id><updated>2011-09-15T02:08:34.803-04:00</updated><category term='Pat&apos;s Coming of Age'/><category term='Tea Party'/><category term='912'/><category term='DC'/><title type='text'>Growing in Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>I hope you enjoy your visit.  My plan is to document how God has grown me in grace and blessed me in so many ways.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4569056480553373020</id><published>2010-07-21T19:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:18:13.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Flight Museum - Warner Robbins AFB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd_CwdErOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_TM-s23cN6k/s1600/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501555572288738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd_CwdErOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_TM-s23cN6k/s200/DSC02321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd-0omkitI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ERJhxhHfirM/s1600/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501312946473682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd-0omkitI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ERJhxhHfirM/s200/DSC02322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd-jiD5onI/AAAAAAAAA44/8EAl6kjP7pc/s1600/DSC02324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501019132666482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd-jiD5onI/AAAAAAAAA44/8EAl6kjP7pc/s200/DSC02324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Perry for the Holiday Rambler Rally we took a trip up to Warner Robbins AFB to the Museum of Aviation. They had lots and lots of planes used in all the various wars and shared how each type of plane was used to maintain our freedoms here in the states. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that Carl Vinson was the force behind getting the air base established here. He was very proud of his accomplishments for his home community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrance to the museum is free, so if you are ever in the area (just south of Macon, GA) drop by and see all the history! I liked the plane pained with the shark face. Kenny was situated just right to receive his vengence.&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/5113823527022933365-4569056480553373020?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4569056480553373020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4569056480553373020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4569056480553373020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4569056480553373020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/air-flight-museum-warner-robbins-afb.html' title='Air Flight Museum - Warner Robbins AFB'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd_CwdErOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_TM-s23cN6k/s72-c/DSC02321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3937928258905551398</id><published>2010-07-21T18:54:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:08:48.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambler Rally Perry GA</title><content type='html'>The rally site is wonderful. For people who have never experienced a rally, it is an event when campers who have Holiday Ramblers come together and catch up with one another. There are craft classes, workshops, games, entertainment and lots of fun.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd86cdk_dI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VbbCDJsgvuk/s1600/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496499213743488466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd86cdk_dI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VbbCDJsgvuk/s200/DSC02327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd8QfNHHUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TGurm6b6gMI/s1600/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496498492925222210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd8QfNHHUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TGurm6b6gMI/s200/DSC02326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Line for Peach Cobbler at Holiday Rambler Rally. We all love good food and there was plenty of it at our rally.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd7JA79OLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NHKvE87t9DQ/s1600/DSC02325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496497265029494962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd7JA79OLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NHKvE87t9DQ/s200/DSC02325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful air conditioned space - Thank God. It has been so hot outside that we almost couldn't bear it. Average temps are between 98 and 105.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3937928258905551398?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3937928258905551398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3937928258905551398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3937928258905551398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3937928258905551398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/rambler-rally-perry-ga.html' title='Rambler Rally Perry GA'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TEd86cdk_dI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VbbCDJsgvuk/s72-c/DSC02327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8685443167437023650</id><published>2010-07-15T17:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:42:13.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistletoe State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD-ASAhF4FI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mgVl4yis22o/s1600/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494251117280092242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD-ASAhF4FI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mgVl4yis22o/s200/DSC02314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD9_99GhVyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IOSGT_xqn-s/s1600/DSC02320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494250772765955874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD9_99GhVyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IOSGT_xqn-s/s200/DSC02320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD9_ctNWIRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/FcgfeC1l2uI/s1600/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494250201563930898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD9_ctNWIRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/FcgfeC1l2uI/s200/DSC02318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We landed for the evening on the second day of vacation at Mistletoe State Park just north of Augusta Georgia. It was tremendously hot and humid, but it was nice to land in such a beautiful location. I thought we would take a walk after dinner, but I found that I was so tired that we went to bed shortly after dinner to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, I took a walk (still warm and humid). I got to watch the sun rise, an egret searching for his morning feast, a group of 5 deer feeding along the lake some turtles, a woodpecker and a squirrel who scurried up to me as if I might have a handout for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat and watched the lake for a while anre realized in my frenzied pace of life, I miss out on a lot of simple joys. I never would have noticed the turtles heads above the surface of the water if I had been in a hurry. Stopping to enjoy simple pleasures was exactly what I needed. There is still much to be done, but today there is time to have a little refreshment.&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/5113823527022933365-8685443167437023650?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8685443167437023650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8685443167437023650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8685443167437023650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8685443167437023650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistletoe-state-park.html' title='Mistletoe State Park'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD-ASAhF4FI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mgVl4yis22o/s72-c/DSC02314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2535441755126005310</id><published>2010-07-15T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:28:07.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD99VaP4B_I/AAAAAAAAA34/z33vGfSljfA/s1600/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494247877191927794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD99VaP4B_I/AAAAAAAAA34/z33vGfSljfA/s200/DSC02312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to see my sister Gracie as we traveled through Greenville on the second day of vacation. She brought Patrick my nephew along and met us for lunch at the IHOP. We had a great salad and then I got to go to the music store I read about on line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is great! I am so glad God picked her for me. Sometimes you just get lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2535441755126005310?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2535441755126005310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2535441755126005310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2535441755126005310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2535441755126005310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/seeing-sister.html' title='Seeing Sister'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/TD99VaP4B_I/AAAAAAAAA34/z33vGfSljfA/s72-c/DSC02312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5479055927806532526</id><published>2010-07-15T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:24:20.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondocking</title><content type='html'>People ask me about boondocking in our travel trailer.  How do you find a location, what do you do, how does it work, etc.  We do have a directory of places that allow RV's to boondock, but since the recession, I notice there are a lot more abandoned businesses that make perfect boondock locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to find a place just outside of Danville for our first night of vacation.  It was quiet and peaceful.  We were even able to park a little way away from the road so we didn't hear street sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a generator we used to provide air conditioning, but otherwise we had everything we needed contained in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boondocking isn't really a vacation destination, but if you are trying to make distance and all you need is a place to lay your head for a few hours; boondocking can be just the ticket to keeping the trip on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5479055927806532526?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5479055927806532526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5479055927806532526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5479055927806532526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5479055927806532526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/boondocking.html' title='Boondocking'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2368462878602180725</id><published>2010-07-15T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:19:10.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N in the Summertime!</title><content type='html'>For the last few weeks I have grumbled to my husband about all the reasons why we shouldn't go on vacation.  Work has been so overwhelming and I didn't feel like I could take time away.  I am behind on several deadlines, so vacation itself was beginning to be one more thing that I needed to add to my list of things to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really didn't look forward to the trip, I am already beginning to feel the stress melt away.  I feel like my normal life is slowly fading away.   I think this may be just what the doctor ordered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2368462878602180725?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2368462878602180725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2368462878602180725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2368462878602180725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2368462878602180725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/v-c-t-i-o-n-in-summertime.html' title='V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N in the Summertime!'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2167565138649516103</id><published>2009-10-03T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:20:54.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-12 Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67859e3be66d3224" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67859e3be66d3224%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3963341AB17E107A99DB5132D17D071643BED622.42D703F1AF8EAB78FED30E12E2580CDDE48494EA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67859e3be66d3224%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVXjKI4QPjO7LcHDEfh5zO-VFvs8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67859e3be66d3224%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3963341AB17E107A99DB5132D17D071643BED622.42D703F1AF8EAB78FED30E12E2580CDDE48494EA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67859e3be66d3224%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVXjKI4QPjO7LcHDEfh5zO-VFvs8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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I wanted to join not out of hostility toward our government, but because I am gravely concerned about the course of direction our country is taking.  It did not start with our current president, but this has been growing over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my great concern: We are adopting a mentality that our problems are too large to be fixed by anyone but the government.  The problem is: the government is us! We fund the government work so if we say we need something we are paying for it ourselves and at a higher cost than we could have achieved by going to private and personal solutions to our problems.  The government adds the costs of administration that are higher than any private enterprise.  What you get is a disconnect from the solution, because by adding layers and layers of administration, you almost guarantee mismanagement (you can blame the government for that later) but you also become removed from the solution as it is no longer personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know that you are in need, it would be wrong to ask someone else to help out when I am able.  It would certainly be wrong to rob from someone else in order to meet your need.  That was Robin Hood's gig.  If your need is greater than what I can supply, then I can help to make your need known to those who can help, but you see in this scenario we are all becoming personally involved in seeing your need met.  We are vested in your welfare and you then are accountable to us as your need is supplied.  Not accountable that you are forced to repay; but that you use the resources to supply your need and you take personal action to secure your welfare for the future.  If I am in need, I must honor your terms for receiving help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I send you to a government agency to receive help, they must create layers and layers of buracracy to ensure that your need is legitimate (because they don't know you) and they must create a mechanism to limit the flow to you to keep you from taking advantage of the resources.  They may never see you again and have limited ways to hold the numbers of people needing help accountable for the help they receive.  If I am in need I must play by their rules and they hold the power over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country was founded on the principle that government should be limited and that the power should remain in the hands of the people.  The more services you get from the government the more power you yield to them.  We were founded on the concept that we should limit our times of need and work hard to maintain our independence, but our attitudes have shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Dad's attitude toward credit.  He saw going to a bank for a loan as an admission of failure.  He saw that the lender then had power to influence your decisions and he would not live in servitude to the banker.  Now we live in an age where the vast majority of American's have significant debt (Credit Card, Auto and Mortgage).  Servitude is common, so it is not surprising that we would now look to the government to provide for our needs when we can no longer borrow to maintain the standard of living we enjoy.  The cost of healthcare is great, but the loss of freedoms will be even greater if we allow the government to solve for our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an oddball, I have never felt that Social Security was in my best interest.  It was a temporary program to sustain the nation when the government created catastrophic financial failure.  I don't believe that it ever should have continued.  These social safety nets that we have like Social Security, Unemployment, Earned Income Tax Credit all take money from the pockets of tax paying citizens and redistribute wealth to those in need.  I honestly think that we could have done better as Christians to help than the government can. Can you imagine the witness we would have?  I am not suggesting a mission of social justice; I am suggesting that those who are truly poor and widowed should be able to look to us for a leg up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to the 9-12 tea party was amazing.  There was not the hostility that people claim, though there were people who did not say kind words about our government or our President.  I believe that even those leaders who are not godly are placed in office by God for a purpose.  I think that purpose is to drive us back to our God and to seek his wisdom and strength.  Israel asked for leaders like the other nations had and God granted their request.  It eventually landed them in bondage, but God was faithful even then to see them through.  I don't believe that tea party goers should compare Obama with Hitler (that is disrespectful), but I do think that we should all be alert to see the end of the path we are taking and to take action now before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we can honor our authorities and still speak out against abuses that we see and work to correct them.  I think it means that we are writing to our representatives in government and sharing our concerns (respectfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tea party on 9-12, I was amazed that so many people could come together and be so kind toward one another.  Though we were a crowd of at least a million I believe, people were gentle and kind.  They said "pardon me" and "excuse me" when passing through the masses of people.  People weren't prone to pushing and shoving.  They were respectful, not hateful.  I have been in crowds at fairs, in New York City, Rome Italy and even Washington DC as people were trying to get from one place to another and were not as gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people who came from all over the United States.  I understand that the garage at Union Station can hold 5000 buses and it was full.  If each bus had 50 people, that is a sizeable crowd already.  I also heard that you couldn't get train, plane or even car into the city due to the crowds.  It was a huge mass of people to be sure.  I was amazed at the number of citizens in walkers and wheel chairs who endured the physical challenges of being there who made the effort to come.  Of all the people in the world who have a sense of the cost of healthcare, I am sure it was them.  But they came in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thank one of the police officers for coming to work that day as I am sure that having any crowd that large is a job to manage.  The officer replied to me that it wasn't a bad day at all.  The police weren't concerned which tells me that this assembly was a peaceable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled with a bus group from Richmond VA by myself.  I was not concerned for my safety even once.  On an average day in DC I can't say that would be true.  In my next blog entry, look at some of the pictures and video I took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-6402686909877971459?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6402686909877971459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6402686909877971459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6402686909877971459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6402686909877971459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-12-march-on-dc-part-1.html' title='9-12 March on DC part 1'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-418326837111729110</id><published>2009-08-21T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:57:51.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chap 11-12</title><content type='html'>In Chapters  11 and 12, Nehemiah records the repopulation of the city of Jerusalem.  One tenth of the populations from each of the tribes was to live in Jerusalem while the rest remained in their own towns caring for their ancestral property.  Nehemiah records not only names but positions that were held.  Each man passing on a legacy to future generations.  It is easy to say that by the time you die that you would like to accomplish certain things…to talk of achievements as being in the distant future, but we don’t know how long we will live and we never know if today might be the day our name goes into the newspaper headlines.  Each and every day we are faced with choices and those choices have long lasting consequences.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, men get to have a legacy by virtue of some serendipitous event, but more often than not, our legacy is a function of our character which is built day after day as we choose to follow the Lord in the mundane.  Today we are building our legacy that will be remembered into the future.  God graciously allows us to choose for ourselves what kind of legacy we will leave.  Will it be for good or evil?  Will we depend on our own efforts or will we glorify God and draw on his strength to meet the challenges of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only one life to live and we can live for ourselves, for someone else or for the Lord.  In the end our daily choices will evidence our hearts passion.  What will those choices say about you?  From this passage we learn that God honors our acts done according to his instruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-418326837111729110?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/418326837111729110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=418326837111729110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/418326837111729110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/418326837111729110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/nehemiah-chap-11-12.html' title='Nehemiah Chap 11-12'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2724012700041855414</id><published>2009-08-21T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:57:11.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chap 10</title><content type='html'>Imagine having your name written down for all of prosperity to read that you have affixed your seal to a binding agreement with God.  Would you rejoice to be counted?  Nehemiah carefully recorded the names of the men who had covenanted with God so everyone would know.  I think that if it were me, the recording of my name would make me be very careful about my conduct so that I would not dishonor the covenant I made.  But when you think about it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t it true of all Christians?  Our name has been written in the book of Life forever, we bear the name of Christ.  That should make us more conscious of our conduct.  In this chapter, we learn that God’s people must be holy because they bear his name.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Israelites we are called to a Holy standard of conduct.  We are not supposed to live like everyone else in the world who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know the Lord.  Our choices should be honoring to God; we don’t live as if there is no accountability, but we live a life pleasing to the Lord knowing that we will one day give an account to Him.  What would holy living look like in your home?&lt;br /&gt;God commanded the Israelites to be a separate nation and to not mix with the surrounding countries.  He did this not because the surrounding countries were less deserving of God’s love.  The Israelites showed over and over again that they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t deserve the grace that God bestowed on them.  It was to keep their focus on serving the Lord and living holy lives.  This was foreign to the other nations and these surrounding nations  would not be good influences on them. &lt;br /&gt;The standard of living for the Lord is something that we don’t often see even solid Christian communities.  God wanted his people to be completely loyal to him and to serve him alone.  He had a standard of giving so that those in full time ministry would not lack.  So often we bring God our leftovers.  We pray as we drift into sleep at the end of a day, we put off Bible Study because we have a full and busy schedule.  We excuse our raw words or selfishness as understandable given our conditions, but God has a much higher standard for us than we often have for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;God called the Israelites to consecrate to the Lord, their first and their best as an indication of their loyalty and commitment to service.  We see the Israelites having confessed their sins rededicating themselves to the Lord.  Thank God for his grace and mercy in our lives and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;long suffering&lt;/span&gt; toward us as we sin, confess and rededicate ourselves over and over.  What would I be willing to sacrifice as a token of my loyalty?  Have I ever truly sacrificed at all?  As I grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ I find that I learn more about how to live holy and what sacrifice really means.  It makes me all the more grateful to be adopted by him and to want to live a holy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2724012700041855414?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2724012700041855414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2724012700041855414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2724012700041855414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2724012700041855414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/nehemiah-chap-10.html' title='Nehemiah Chap 10'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8216814448840401047</id><published>2009-08-17T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:41:46.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah 9</title><content type='html'>When I first completed my study of Nehemiah a few months ago, I was struck by chapter 9 and how much it seemed relevant to today.  I wrote in my other blog about it.  You can check it out here: &lt;a href="http://happysteward.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-economic-stimulus.html"&gt;http://happysteward.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-economic-stimulus.html&lt;/a&gt;.  It seemed to me that so many of our economic stimulus efforts were ineffective and not long sighted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter 9  we find the people of Israel humbled by their sins and wanting to confess before God and restore fellowship with him.  They pray acknowledging the faithfulness of God to his people and how unfaithful they themselves have been in the relationship.  We need to have the same attitude when we come before the Lord in prayer.  God has been faithful and has extended grace after grace in our lives, but so often we live without regard for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel acknowledges that this was the pattern of their lives as well and confessed their sin to God.  They were so serious about their commitment to change that they made a binding agreement before God.  Are we so serious about abandoning our sin that we would write our confession and make a binding pledge before God to change our ways?  What would you write in your agreement? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we see in this chapter, sin must be addressed in our lives to maintain fellowship with God.  I pray we will all choose to see our sinful choices the same way God does and abandon them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8216814448840401047?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8216814448840401047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8216814448840401047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8216814448840401047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8216814448840401047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/nehemiah-9.html' title='Nehemiah 9'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1086214976644985298</id><published>2009-08-17T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:02:20.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehmiah 8</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been humbled by your time in the word?  You come to praise and worship God and open your Bible to drink in a word of encouragement or remembrance of God's faithfulness to his people and find yourself moved and convicted by the words you read?  It is hard to keep an attitude of joy when you have tears streaming down your face.  You want to kneel before the Lord and relieve yourself of the pain you feel in knowing you have dishonored God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Israel found themselves in exactly that position as they heard Ezra reading the law before the people after the census was taken.  As the Priests and Levites explained the reading to the people, people were struck by how far their lifestyles had strayed from the standard God set for his people.  Even though the people were mourning for their sins, Nehemiah tells them this is not the right time.  There will be an opportunity for you to deal with the sins you have committed, but right now they are in the midst of celebrating the faithfulness of God and it is important that the people take their focus off themselves and really worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship with God is multifaceted and we must not neglect it.  First and foremost, we need to give God recognition for his wonderful power he has displayed.  We have many records through scripture of how God intervened in creation to provide for mankind.  He created the moon, the stars, and our earth.  He provides us rain and sun; desire and provision.  We must take time to see the hand of God and thank him for his wonderful power, grace and love he has displayed.  Even beyond the records within the Bible, we know of God's faithfulness in our own lives as well.  If we think about it we can see God's hand at work providing for our circumstances, and our provision.  It is only right that we give God the high place he deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after we recognize God's authority and greatness can we then confess our sins and recognize how far short we fall.  There is a place for us to confess sins and we should do it often keeping a short list, but only after He receives our worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a place for us to thank him for all he has done.  Thankful hearts are humble hearts and they do not become bitter for things they do not have but are grateful for what they do.  As a financial planner, I believe that our lack of gratitude to God for our provision is the greatest hindrance to our planning for the future.  We seek what we don't have today and sacrifice our future in order to have something that God did not see fit to give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is a place for us to bring our needs to God.  He wants us to ask for his continued provision and to share our concerns before him.  In bringing supplications, we acknowledge him again as our provider and we look to him to supply our every need.  From this passage we see that God's word is able to pierce hearts and restore fellowship with him.  Have you read his word for you today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1086214976644985298?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1086214976644985298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1086214976644985298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1086214976644985298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1086214976644985298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/nehmiah-8.html' title='Nehmiah 8'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4892718854593814341</id><published>2009-08-17T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:32:30.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah 7</title><content type='html'>If your story could be recorded for generations to read down through the ages, what would it say?  How has God specifically gifted you for service and what have you done with the gifts he has provided?  Nehemiah was a detailed record keeper.  Thank God that he placed this on Nehemiah's heart to record the hard work that was done and the scope of work that had been accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the work was done, it is important to make appointments to positions so that the work can be maintained into the future and history need not repeat itself.  Nehemiah appoints persons of strong character to serve in places of leadership in Jerusalem.  If God was looking down from Heaven today where would he find those people of strong character who will serve him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah had rebuilt the city, but now that the work was complete, it was time to bring back the residents, so he calls a census to be take.  He records the numbers that had returned from exile back to Jerusalem and the towns of Judah.  Not only does he record the 42,360 people returning, but also their servants and their animals.  He records the wealth that was given to the work of the priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah makes it clear that there was a response to the work that had been done and a desire among the people to re-establish God's holy work in the land where they have returned.  I wonder, when our story is written, will such a record be recorded for our lives?  Will generations see us as having a desire to serve God or will he see us living among the residents here content with worldly living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave a legacy for good or bad.  Today may be the day that people remember for generations, what will it say about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-4892718854593814341?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4892718854593814341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4892718854593814341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4892718854593814341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4892718854593814341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/nehemiah-7.html' title='Nehemiah 7'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3654993781571164883</id><published>2009-07-02T05:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:26:05.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chap 6</title><content type='html'>This chapter reminds me of a political campaign we might see. The opposition tries to openly oppose, intimidate and hinder their opponent, but when all else fails...malign them. Nehemiah is completing the wall and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanballat&lt;/span&gt; hears about it. At first he calls for a meeting (come into my parlor said the spider to the fly). Nehemiah sees through the ploy and refuses several times. Then he receives a note from the enemy laying false charges to be sent to the king. In this passage we are going to see how God gives wisdom and strength to be victorious over the craftiest of enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have ever been maligned before, but I have and it is hard to endure. I remember when my brother would say mean things about me as a child mostly just to stir me into a fight with him. (that's just how things were...just like Jacob and Esau we were). He was usually successful at getting to me; I felt the great need to defend my honor. I have operated much like that until a couple of years ago when the Lord helped me to see that I could trust him for my defense. I did and he did some wonderful things through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah doesn't overreact like I have done in the past, but merely replies that the rumor is false and keeps on about his business. I love how he didn't become defensive but merely stood boldly in dismissing the allegation. Nehemiah had so well organized his mission that he did not lose his focus with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt; from the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this a little personal. Are your projects well organized so as to keep you focused on the main thing without getting distracted by less important activity? One area where I see that I need to be on guard is in my Bible Study and prayer time. It is so easy for me to delay or get distracted by thoughts for my activities in the day and lose my focus on what I am reading or what I was praying about. Recently, I got an email from a missionary that I have come to know encouraging us to pray for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;missionaries&lt;/span&gt; in the field and that it was the greatest support we could offer. I was so convicted of my inattention to prayer for them. They need me and depend on me to pray and I have let them down. I also sometimes forget to remember my unsaved loved ones in prayer before the Lord. Think about it; if we aren't praying for them, who is? Prayer and Bible Study should be on your project list; not that it has to be drudgery, but that it never gets neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah went to the Lord to ask him to strengthen his hands to complete the work. The enemy wanted to frighten them and sap their strength. Think about it...if you are focused on fear, you cannot focus on the tasks you are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this passage we learn that the enemies were not necessarily from within. Tobiah had connections with the Israelites inside by virtue of marrying into the family. Letters were sent to him from the family reporting everything that was said. One of these letters came to the attention of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shemaiah&lt;/span&gt; who called to Nehemiah for a visit. He seemed concerned for Nehemiah and wanted to offer him protection because the enemy planned to kill him. Because Nehemiah was given great discernment from God he could see through the plot to discredit him and refused to hide in the temple. I would have made him look weak before the people and he needed the people to follow his leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Nehemiah goes to God in prayer and shares his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrations&lt;/span&gt; and asks God to remember his enemies. When evil is done against you, how do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verses 15 and 16, I love how Nehemiah documents the number of days it took to complete the wall. 52 days...Amazing. That is how the enemies could know that God's hand was on the work. When they realized they were not opposing Nehemiah but God himself, they became fearful themselves. Are our deeds done in such a way that they testify of God's greatness? Can people look at them and say, "it had to be God?" I think that the more I have learned to trust God and to lean on him for strength and wisdom, the more he has responded and given me the resources needed to do things his way. The more I do that, the more I can see God's hand and give him the glory for the project. Like Nehemiah, we can experience God's wisdom and strength to be victorious over the craftiest of enemies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3654993781571164883?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3654993781571164883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3654993781571164883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3654993781571164883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3654993781571164883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/nehemiah-chap-6.html' title='Nehemiah Chap 6'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3094308868398536249</id><published>2009-06-29T06:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:13:16.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chap 5</title><content type='html'>So far in Nehemiah, we see how the enemies from outside the camp hindered the work, but in this chapter we learn that the injustice wasn't limited to the likes of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanballat&lt;/span&gt; and Tobiah, but also there was injustice inside the camp.  Nehemiah show us how to defend the oppressed and rules without harsh burdens on the people.  When you see injustice around you, what do you do to respond to the need?  We learn in chapter 5 that we should always do right out of reverence for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this chapter we find that men and women came to Nehemiah to make him aware of the mistreatment they were enduring at the hands of their Jewish brothers.  They had great numbers, but didn't have enough to eat during the famine.  In exchange for food, they mortgaged their homes, their fields and their vineyards.  They had to borrow money to pay their taxes and sell their children into slavery.  They incurred so much debt they had no hope of getting free and were perpetually being oppressed by the rulers of the people.  They were powerless to do anything to save themselves as the fields were mortgaged and they were redirecting all their proceeds to pay their debts.  They knew the truth of Proverbs 22:7 "just as the rich rule poor, so the borrower is servant to the lender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same strategies that keep people oppressed and enslaved today were used in the time Nehemiah.  Think about this... whoever controls the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purse strings&lt;/span&gt; controls your life.  This passage in Nehemiah could be a page from our newspaper today.  I was very encouraged to see that Nehemiah was a strong leader who was not afraid to confront wrong.  I wonder if the same could be said for me.  Do I go to the effort to make things right when I see wrongs being committed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah was outraged that the leaders would treat the people this way.  He called them together to give them an opportunity to speak for themselves about the charges that were brought to him.  When they were confronted they had nothing to say in their defense.  I think they knew that what they were doing was wrong and they couldn't defend it.  They were caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the recent news with Governor Mark Sanford being caught in adultery.  When he was caught by the media he didn't defend his actions, but renounced them.  Interesting though that he didn't renounce them before being caught.  Before we point our finger to others too much, how many times have we done the same thing justifying our wrong choices and rebellion.  Have you ever said "I am sorry, officer when caught speeding?"  Do you ever knowingly speed?  Do you ever use your employer's materials and equipment for personal purposes?  We go down a very slippery slope accusing others and evaluating ourselves by a lesser standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It demonstrates that we need enforcement to keep us honest.  Nehemiah needed to stand against the wrongs being committed in order to correct the situation. If we merely say that we can't judge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; behavior, we will never stand for right and we will be guilty of allowing the wrong continue.  People who are guilty of wrong do not want their deeds exposed because they know that they would have to change their behavior.  What deeds are you doing that you don't want exposed.  Change now before the light is shone on them.  Encourage others to change their sinful ways before they stand before judgment with no defense as these leaders did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah had sufficient burdens as a leader just confronting the opposition of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanballat&lt;/span&gt; and encouraging the workers to keep progressing in the face of the enemy.  Now there is internal strife that must be dealt with.  He needs to stand boldly against internal abuses.  He is a true leader in that he forfeits what he could require as governor in order to strengthen the people and set the example for them to focus on the task of rebuilding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah was a man willing to do right out of reverence for God.  He stood for justice, he had compassion for the oppressed and he led as a benevolent leader.  Will you take courage to stand against the wrongs around you?  Nehemiah kept his focus on the Lord and because he was strong in the Lord he was able to boldly confront wrongs and to enforce right.  Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3094308868398536249?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3094308868398536249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3094308868398536249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3094308868398536249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3094308868398536249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chap-5.html' title='Nehemiah Chap 5'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6311619149357708476</id><published>2009-06-29T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:32:59.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chap 4</title><content type='html'>When you encounter opposition how do you respond?  When someone maligns you, do you counter back with choice words of your own; do you walk away in self pity?  Nehemiah gives us some good guidance in Chapter 4 where he shows us that opposition tests our faith and increases our stamina as we live our lives for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start out chapter 4 with mockers speaking against the rebuilding.  There are several rounds of threats each escalating in greater danger.  At first it is just words but by the end, it is clear that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;annihilation&lt;/span&gt; is their objective.  When the opposition wasn't successful in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deterring&lt;/span&gt; the work of building the wall through mockery, threats turned to physical harassment and then open hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is Nehemiah's example to us in facing opposition: each threat Nehemiah repeatedly did two things; 1. prayer to God and 2. diligent activity to defend his work.  So often I am guilty of one or the other, and frustrated when I had limited success or no success at all.  In this passage we learn that faith in action stands against any foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah was a man of prayer; that is how he could know that this was a mission of God that he was called to.  It was also how he gained his focus and strength.  Nehemiah could confidently proceed with the work because he had God's clear vision for the project.  How often have I undertaken projects and felt frustrated or defeated because I did not pray and have God's clear direction and purpose.  For Nehemiah, prayer was his first and foremost weapon.  Nehemiah looked to the Lord for his defense, but he also prepared his men for battle at the same time knowing that God often uses his people to accomplish his purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah also encouraged the people to consider how God was greater than their enemy and to trust him to supply their need.  As enemy threats increased, the people started to become discouraged and fearful.  The hard work was taking its toll on their stamina.  The project was huge without opposition.  The threats made the completion of the wall virtually impossible.  Nehemiah needed not only stand against the enemy, he needed to strengthen the resolve of his people to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah not only relied on prayer, but he acted on his prayers, joining God in the defense of the building project.  He outlined 5 strategies to prepare the people for battle:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1/2 people worked while 1/2 defended the workers&lt;br /&gt;2. workers and defenders were armed to stand against the enemy if needed&lt;br /&gt;3. workers worked all day and then guarded their work at night&lt;br /&gt;4. trumpet signal used to call the people to the location of a threat&lt;br /&gt;5. men wore weapon at all time; even when getting water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every defense that could be made was.  Nehemiah didn't go about his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; and not prepare to address the threat; he looked to the Lord first and then prepared his people to join the Lord in battle against the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your opposition today, you can be assured that faith in action can stand against any foe.  Your enemy may want to discourage you and make you feel insufficient to the task, but if you belong to the Lord, you have a defender on your side that is greater than any opposition you face.  Look to him for your strength and then stand firm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-6311619149357708476?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6311619149357708476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6311619149357708476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6311619149357708476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6311619149357708476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chap-4.html' title='Nehemiah Chap 4'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4800905304991128267</id><published>2009-06-12T07:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:50:50.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>When is the last time you gave recognition to all those who have helped you in your work?  Nehemiah is very careful to document all the people who have helped build the wall.  He wanted there to be a good record. Section by section he lists out who did the work and the type of work they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, Nehemiah also notes the people who didn't contribute.  Look at verse 5... "their nobles would not put their shoulders to the work under their supervisors"  I am not exactly sure what happened; was it pride that made the nobles think they shouldn't have to work or was it submission to the supervisors authority?  In any case, we know that there were some who did not carry their load.  I hope that when my work is written down, that no one will say that of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another interesting thing I found...Hananiah and Malkijah show up twice once in verses 8 and 11 and then again in verses 30 and 31.  Clearly there were some that carried more than their fair load.  Nehemiah was faithful to record the work so that their names are forever examples for us today as we glean inspiration for our day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed that Shallum who ruled a 1/2 district of Jerusalem was not only working hard, but also he got his daughters to help as well.  We don't know their names, but clearly the work was not limited to the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also people who were not from Jerusalem who came to help with the project.  In verse 13 we see the residents of Zanoah were helping out.  A bold move considering the mounting opposition from other area forces, but they were written down in the record as helping out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the priests who I would not have pegged for building walls were helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were gates, towers and walls to be constructed and anyone who was willing was tagged for the work.  Thank God Nehemiah recorded the help that he received.  My application today is to make sure that I recognize someone who has been a help to me and thank God for them.  No one should have to work without being given credit; but ultimately we need to credit God for all the work that is completed in the end.  Let's be people looking to give credit where credit is due!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-4800905304991128267?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4800905304991128267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4800905304991128267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4800905304991128267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4800905304991128267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chapter-3.html' title='Nehemiah Chapter 3'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1925385928068096547</id><published>2009-06-12T07:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:29:46.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chapter 2:11-20</title><content type='html'>I am a person of action.  I love having a project and I like to dig right in and start making progress.  In this section of Nehemiah, I find that jumping right into the middle is not always the best course of action.  Nehemiah arrives in Jerusalem and doesn't begin the project immediately but surveys the work three days after his arrival. He didn't share God's calling with anyone immediately. He was clearly collecting data and learning about the needs and the resources that were available to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin a new work that has been a large focus of what I am doing is learning about what programs exist in our area to help people in financial distress and what is the best way we can achieve financial stability. I need to make sure that I have completed the community assessment and developed some strong goals and assessed my resources before going off into action.  I need to be careful about presenting my agenda before learning about the agenda's of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah did his first survey of the city after dark with a few escorts to guide him around. I am sure that his heart was sorrowful as he saw first hand the destruction of Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surveying the damage he went to the priests and nobles of the city to encourage them to join in the rebuilding. He told them about how God had granted him favor with the king and his calling to the project. Seeing only the upside of the project, the priests and nobles agreed. If Sanballat had been present that might have been another issue as they had lived under the oppression others for so long; I am sure they were weary and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Nehemiah didn't shy away from confrontation of Sanballat, but gave glory to God even before the project was begun. Nehemiah was assured of his calling and therefore he was assured of it's success he could boldly say that God would complete the work and they would have no share or claim to the city after its completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I consider applications for my own life, I think that first and foremost, I need to continually be praying to have the assurance of my calling and to know how to best direct my actions to see my own project through to its completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I need not to begin a work until it is properly assessed and the survey is completed. Having a plan is important before the project begins not developing the plan as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I think that we need to bring others into our projects and allow them to share in the work and to lend their expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, we need not fear or shy away from confrontation or opposition. We can know that our God is greater than any enemy we face and we don't need to be ashamed of our work done for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we need to give God the glory right from the get go. God's glory is our mission. Did God get glory for your day yesterday? If not, let's make sure he gets the glory for our work done today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1925385928068096547?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1925385928068096547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1925385928068096547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1925385928068096547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1925385928068096547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chapter-211-20.html' title='Nehemiah Chapter 2:11-20'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5538334562161709260</id><published>2009-06-10T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:06:31.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chapter 2: 1-10</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of Chapter 2, there is an interesting scenario. The King seems interested in the welfare of his cupbearer, Nehemiah; but clearly Nehemiah is nervous and afraid. We don't know him well at this point; but later we learn that Nehemiah is not easily taken off his game. If Nehemiah was afraid, I am sure there was history to substantiate negative responses toward requests. Nehemiah had prayed and clearly felt that he should bring the King into the matter of Jerusalem's devastation and request his support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reading the story knowing the end from the beginning, but I think back to the times when God in response to my prayers has led me to do things that I was uncomfortable with (like making peace with an instigator in my life or asking for forgiveness when I was only 1/2 of the conflict or letting go of a particular means of security in favor of obedience) I am sympathetic to Nehemiah's position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look how God began moving before him... 1. He didn't introduce the matter, the King asked about his sad countenance, 2. the King asked him what he wanted - Nehemiah didn't have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah didn't answer how the King could help without lifting up a quick prayer while he was there and about to speak. Nehemiah's reliance on prayer is amazing. He didn't do anything without putting the issue before the Lord and asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying he asks for some time off to go to Jerusalem to help rebuild. After getting a positive response he then asks for a little more - safe passage through all the nations he needs to pass throug and a little lumber for the job. I am impressed that God worked on Artaxeres heart even before the request...and gives even more than asked. Nehemiah got army officers and calvary to accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very end of this section we find the opposition identified setting the stage for the conflict that Nehemiah has to stand against in the upcoming chapters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what are the applications for our lives? I think the clear application from this is that if we will seek God's leading and follow it, He will order our steps and give favor to us in our service. Nehemiah was a man of prayer and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be selected as a servant for his work, we need to be knowledgeable of God's commands and be walking with him daily. We can't just neglect study and prayer and expect to be found useful. What am I doing to improve my walk with the Lord and do I give prayer the precidence it needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another application we can take is that if the Lord calls us to a work, he may take us out of our comfort zone, but he will still go with us and empower us to complete the task if we will be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I think we need to be aware that if the Lord calls us to an assignment, it is very likely we will encounter opposition. That is not an indication to turn back but to press forward. The enemy does not like seeing the Lord be victorious and get glory. He will use the means at his disposal to thwart God's projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah is already an inspiration for me. I hope you find him an encouragement to your soul too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5538334562161709260?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5538334562161709260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5538334562161709260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5538334562161709260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5538334562161709260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chapter-2.html' title='Nehemiah Chapter 2: 1-10'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3613942895741311130</id><published>2009-06-09T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:27:52.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Nehemiah starts his story by giving you some background.  Who he is, when this takes place, and who he works for.  He was serving King Artaxerxes in his 20th year of reign when one of his brothers arrive with some friends to let him know the condition of Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah was brokenhearted to hear that the people were living in such disgrace and that the city of Jerusalem would be so destroyed and lying in ruins.  His brothers had traveled a very long way to deliver the news.  They had no way of knowing that Nehemiah could help but I am sure his brother knew that Nehemiah was a man who was resourceful and he worked for the king.  His brother must have hoped that Nehemiah would be able to work some favors with his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah's response is noteable.  He first mourned.  He was visibly shaken by the news and I am sure he started thinking about how to make things better.  His first stop was in prayer to the Lord.  I just loved the prayer.  It starts at verse 5 and continues to the end of the chapter.  He has a model for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nehemiah recognizes the greatness of God and his relationship with his people.&lt;br /&gt;2. He acknowledges that the covenant with the people looks to their love and obedience. &lt;br /&gt;3.  It is on the basis of the established covenant that he lays out his request before God.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Nehemiah confesses not only his own sin, but the sins of the entire nation of Israel&lt;br /&gt;5.  He refers to promises given to Moses and asks God to bring them back together from the places they were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He reminds God that the nation of Israel is his people who have been redeemed by him.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He asks for success with the king and God's favor to be upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at this chapter I am inspired to not look to human salvation as perhaps Nehemiah's brother hoped for but to go to God and acknowledge his might and our full dependence on him for our success.  I think that I for one often don't confess my sin as I should.  We humans often discount our own behavior and presume upon God's grace when we should be asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah was a man of prayer and great faith in God. God needs more men and women like him who will first go to him in prayer before trying to solve the problem on our own.  I need to end this so that I can go talk with my Lord.  Do you want to too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3613942895741311130?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3613942895741311130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3613942895741311130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3613942895741311130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3613942895741311130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-chapter-1.html' title='Nehemiah Chapter 1'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2177815489838790338</id><published>2009-06-09T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:00:06.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah Study</title><content type='html'>This summer I have begun a study in Nehemiah.  I think I was doing a devotional one day and realized how he had to endure a lot of opposition and had a lot of leadership challenges.  I am beginning a new endeavor at work and am challenged with creating a program that will reach our entire region with tools to increase their financial stability.   Since God opened this door for me, I realize that this is his endeavor and that whatever is done should glorify him.  I am also humbled as this is a project bigger than anything I have ever done before; I know I need the Lord's help to make this a success.  Nehemiah seemed to have a lot in common with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that as I go through this study, that I will see principles I can apply to leadership and project management.  I hope that the Lord will show me how I can increase in my reliance on the Lord and accomplish his purposes in my life and in the lives of those I meet along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled at the prospect that the Lord might use me to minister to others in need.  I just know I can't do it in my own effort, that I need his wisdom, provision and strength to see this project through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2177815489838790338?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2177815489838790338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2177815489838790338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2177815489838790338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2177815489838790338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/nehemiah-study.html' title='Nehemiah Study'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8876351375038410629</id><published>2009-06-02T06:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:43:24.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Check out my new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.happysteward.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.happysteward.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;   It is called In God We Trust.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to encourage you to apply God's financial principals as you make spending and savings decisions throughout your days. Learn what God has to say about our money decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8876351375038410629?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8876351375038410629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8876351375038410629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8876351375038410629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8876351375038410629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6948388475528479106</id><published>2009-05-20T06:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:19:16.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Disconnect</title><content type='html'>I have pasted this excerpt into my blog because I believe that it has so much relevance for today.  For me, for those I encounter.  I hope you read and enjoy.  It is a bit lengthy so you might just want to buy the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Disconnect&lt;br /&gt;By Andy StanleyExcerpted from The Principle of the Path: How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be, (Thomas Nelson, 2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a reasonably smart person. College took me a year longer than most people, but I finally graduated with a three-point-something. However, when it comes to following directions, I'm definitely not smarter than a fifth grader. I get lost easily and often. My wife would attest to the fact that I've pretty much mastered the "art of lostness." It is so bad that when Sandra sends me on an errand, she carries her phone around the house with her, because she knows I'm going to call. This is in spite of the fact that she sends me out with a map with the route highlighted in yellow, along with a complete set of written directions. My intentions are good. I'm just lousy with directions. And she knows it. The kids know it. Heck, everybody who knows me knows it. I mean well. But my good intentions don't really make any difference. I still get turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to all of this is that I can speak as an authority on the art of getting and being lost. There are three things you should know about those of us who are directionally challenged. First, we don’t get lost on purpose. Nobody does that. In fact, just the opposite is true. Since we know we are likely to get lost, we work hard at paying attention and following directions. But we just don’t do well in unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I've learned from getting lost is that I never know exactly when it happens. I never know when I've crossed that line between I know exactly where I am and I have no idea where I am. I never know the precise moment in which I've made an incorrect turn or taken a wrong route. There is never a moment when a light goes off in my brain and I think, Gee, I just got lost. If I back up a hundred feet, I'll be un-lost. Being lost is something that dawns on me. Usually after I've been lost for-well, I don't know how long I'm lost before I realize I'm lost. Which I guess is the point I'm trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;There's a third thing about getting lost. The road I'm on always determines where I end up. Pretty insightful, eh? It really doesn't matter where I intended to be; the path I take determines my ultimate destination. Plans, intentions, spousal expectations, none of that counts. I always end up where the road I've chosen takes me. And that, as you know by now, is the theme of this book.&lt;br /&gt; From Where I Sit&lt;br /&gt;My observation (and experience, for that matter) indicates that humans have a propensity for choosing paths that do not lead in the direction they want to go. For much of our decision-making, we lean hard into our intentions and pay very little attention to the direction of the path we've chosen. I see it all the time. Even with very smart people.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart how many people I speak with who don't connect the dots between the choices they make and the outcomes they experience. They've come to believe the popular notion that as long as their intentions are good, as long as their hearts are in the right place (whatever that means), as long as they do their best and try their hardest, it doesn’t matter which path they take. They believe somehow they will end up in a good place.&lt;br /&gt;But life doesn’t work that way.&lt;br /&gt;There is an amazing piece of literature tucked away in the book of Proverbs that illustrates this disconnect better than anything else I know of. In Proverbs 7, Solomon described an encounter that he witnessed from the vantage point of his upstairs window. Because he was physically removed from what he saw, he could not hear what the characters were saying to each other. But he provided us with their conversation as he imagined it. It's also possible that this account is a parable based upon his personal experience. Whether autobiographical or an observation, his story provides extraordinary insight into our tendency to disconnect direction from destination.&lt;br /&gt;Solomon wrote:&lt;br /&gt;At the window of my house I looked out through the lattice. I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment. (Prov. 7:6-7)&lt;br /&gt;Solomon looked out his window and saw a kid. We don't know how old this kid was, but from what we learn later, we know he was at least north of puberty. Solomon described this kid as "simple" and "lacking judgment"." We may be tempted to ask, "How did he know?" And the answer is, all youths lack judgment. They are all "simple" or naive. All youths lack judgment, because judgment requires time and experience. Young people haven't lived long enough to acquire the experience that can produce good judgment. I say can because experience doesn’t always lead to good judgment. But experience is certainly critical to good judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Shaunti Feldhahn, in her fascinating book For Parents Only, cites a study claiming that the frontal lobe of the human brain doesn’t fully develop until the midtwenties. The frontal lobe is where our reasoning skills reside. This explains why adolescents often engage in high-risk activities, they don't make the connection between their choices and the potential consequences. The point is that all youths lack the judgment that can come from age and experience. This seemingly insignificant detail is actually important to the narrative, as you are about to discover.&lt;br /&gt;He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in. (vv. 8-9)&lt;br /&gt;Now, you don't have to be a Bible scholar to anticipate where this story is heading, do you? A young guy cruising the streets at sunset, heading in the direction of a specific woman's home. As we will see in a second, he knew who this woman was, and he knew she was married. And apparently he knew that her husband was out of town and that she would be prowling around the street corner, looking for, well, just looking. That alone should have stopped him in his tracks. But it didn't. In fact, that was the very reason he was headed in her direction.&lt;br /&gt;If we were able to get inside this kid's head and tap into the soundtrack he had chosen for this particular evening's activities, we might have heard "Party Like a Rock Star" or, if he was a fan of classic rock, perhaps "Born to Be Wild." Either way, he was confident that this was going to be a night to remember, and perhaps one to brag to his friends about the next day during PE.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the window, Solomon was watching this young man, and there was a soundtrack playing in his head as well: the music from Jaws. Why? Because there was a marked contrast between what this kid was expecting to experience and what Solomon knew was in his future. Why? Because the older, wiser king understood from experience where this path would lead. The adolescent was preoccupied with what he believed would be an exciting event, a night of passion. A night disconnected from every other event in his life. But Solomon knew better. This night was not an isolated event disconnected from all the other events in this young man's life. This night was a step down a path. A path, like all paths, that leads somewhere. This particular path had a predictable destination. But you don’t need to be the wisest man in the world to know that. You could predict the outcome of this encounter with nothing to draw on but your own experience or the experience of someone you know. Funny how that works. What's so obvious to those watching often escapes us.&lt;br /&gt;The story continues:&lt;br /&gt;Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. (She is loud and defiant, her feet never stay at home; now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.) (vv. 10-12)&lt;br /&gt;Solomon knew a thing or two about women. He made his share of poor choices in this arena. He knew from expertise that this woman was toxic. And having been there himself, he also understood why this young man couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said: "I have fellowship offerings at home; today I fulfilled my vows. So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and I have found you!" (vv. 13-15)&lt;br /&gt;This section requires a bit of explanation. When this woman said she had fellowship offerings at home, she was essentially saying, "Look, I’m not a hooker. I have plenty of money at home. I'm not after your money, I want you!" She was also implying that she had been to the temple and had everything squared away with God. Having already taken her sin-bucket and dumped it out at the altar, she was ready to fill it up again, with him!&lt;br /&gt;As extreme as that sounds, her version of religion is not too far removed from our approach. If you're like some of my Catholic friends, you go to confession, dump out all of your sin in a confessional booth, get absolved, and then the next week you feel free to pick up where you left off. We Protestants do the same thing, but with one difference: we skip the confessional booth. Instead, we go right to the source. We pray something along the lines of, "Dear heavenly Father, please forgive me of all my sins." We're taught that at that point, he takes out his big eraser and cleans our sin slates. Like the woman in the story, we are quick to ask for forgiveness but slow to actually repent and walk away from our sin. Granted, that whole approach is absurd when you think about it. And it is certainly an insult to God, but it works for us. We get both the relief that comes with forgiveness and the thrill that comes from sin.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this young man wasn't thinking about the absurdity of her religious system. He was thinking, If my friends could see me now. At that point he pumped up the volume of his soundtrack to a ten and pinched himself to be sure this wasn't a dream. Even if Solomon was to call down from the window and warn him, the kid wouldn't have heard him over the seductive words he heard next:&lt;br /&gt;"I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. I have perfumed my body with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let's drink deep of love till morning; let's enjoy ourselves with love!" (vv. 16-18)&lt;br /&gt;And just in case he was wondering, she added:&lt;br /&gt;"My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey. He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon." (vv. 19-20)&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much clinched it right there. Not only did he not have to worry about her husband catching them but he could hang around for breakfast. Watch a little TV. Heck, he could spend the entire weekend. This just kept getting better. From his perspective, that is. But Solomon saw this situation in an entirely different light. Listen to his take.&lt;br /&gt;With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk. All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter. (vv. 21-22)&lt;br /&gt;What? An ox heading where? Wait a minute, Solomon. Don’t you mean "like a celebrity into a club?" An ox to the slaughter? It certainly doesn't look that way to the casual observer. And it certainly didn’t look that way to our young friend. But Solomon was not finished with his creative use of language. He had two more animal analogies for emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;... like a deer stepping into a noose till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life. (vv. 22-23)&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get the ox to the slaughter, how 'bout a deer stepping into a noose, with a bloodied arrow hanging from its bowels? Still don't get the picture? How about this: this kid was like a clueless bird caught in a snare. Solomon's point, as if he hadn't made it abundantly clear, was that this young man was throwing away his future. Possibly his life. Of course, were the young man able to read Solomon's mind, he would have shouted back, "You're sounding a lot like my dad! Besides, what does an old man know about love and passion anyway? This isn't just a date. It's a once-in-a-lifetime event. I'm not an ox, a deer, or a bird. Mind your own business."&lt;br /&gt;At this point in Solomon's narrative, he turned a corner and addressed his broader audience. These next words are directed to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say. Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. (vv. 24-25)&lt;br /&gt;There's our word. Paths. This was a path, not an event. Pay attention to this next observation:&lt;br /&gt;Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. (v. 26)&lt;br /&gt;Many. Solomon debunked the notion that there was anything unique about what this kid was experiencing. It may have been unique for him. But this experience represents a well-worn path: a path that leads to death in spite of what the naive kid may have wanted to argue. If Solomon could have called a time-out in the story and gotten this kid's undivided attention, he might have said something along the lines of, "Listen, buddy. I hate to break it to you, but there's nothing unique or special or rare about this. You may have never 'felt this way before,' but a lot of other people have. And if they were here to tell you their stories, you would think twice. You're part of a crowd. A herd. A flock. There is nothing new here. And the outcome is all too predictable. She's done more than capture your imagination. She's writing a script for your future. You are a dead man walking!"&lt;br /&gt;Driving home the point, Solomon added:&lt;br /&gt;Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death. (v. 27)&lt;br /&gt;A highway? Yep. A four-lane interstate with an HOV lane. Again, there's nothing new about this. Nothing unique. Just another young man who has chosen a path that will take him precisely to where he doesn't want or plan to be. There was a disconnect. The disconnect in Solomon's scenario is easy to see, at least for us. A young man who wanted his life to be relationally richer chose a path that would ultimately undermine his relationships. A young man who yearned for something good chose a path that led to something not good. A youth striving to prove his independence chose a well-worn path that had the potential to strip him of his independence. There was a disconnect. Solomon saw it from his window. I've seen similar disconnects from my imaginary window as well. And so have you.&lt;br /&gt; Nothing New&lt;br /&gt;We all have propensity for choosing paths that do not lead in the direction we want to go. In a later chapter I will give you my take on what causes this apparent lapse in reason. But for now I want to focus on how this dynamic plays itself out in our world. Perhaps in your world. For example:&lt;br /&gt;A single woman says, "I want to meet and one day marry a great Christian guy who's really got his act together" ... but then she dates whoever asks her out, as long as he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;A single guy says, "I want a great sex life once I'm married" ... but he "practices" with every girl he dates along the way.&lt;br /&gt;A married woman says, "I want to have a great relationship with my husband" ... but she makes the children a priority over him.&lt;br /&gt;A husband says, "I want my kids to respect me as they grow up" ... and then he openly flirts with other women in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;A young Christian says, "I want to develop a deep and lasting intimacy with God" ... so he gets up every morning early and reads his newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;A man says, "I want to grow old and invest the latter years of my life in my grandchildren" ... but then he neglects his health.&lt;br /&gt;A couple says, "We'd like our children to develop a personal relationship with God and choose friends who have done the same" ... but then they skip church every weekend and head to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Newlyweds determine to be financially secure by the time they reach their parents' age ... then adopt a lifestyle sustained by debt and leverage assets.&lt;br /&gt;A high school freshman intends to graduate with a GPA that will afford him options as he selects a college ... but neglects his studies.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the list could go on and on. And the people my list represents have legitimate goals and oftentimes every good intention of reaching them. But like the naive young man in Solomon's story, the paths they choose eventually bring them to a destination that is entirely different from the one they intended. And this isn't rocket science. We shouldn’t need someone to connect these dots for us. If your goal is to drop two dress sizes, you don't eat lunch at a donut shop. If you desire to remain faithful to your spouse, you don't linger in an online chat room with members of the opposite sex. Those aren't pastimes. Those are pathways. They lead somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;As I have said throughout our time together, it is much easier to see these dynamics at work in other people than it is in ourselves. As you read through my list a few paragraphs back, no doubt specific faces and names came to mind. You might have even thought, So-and-so needs to read this. And you may be right. But before you start putting initials beside specific paragraphs in this book, perhaps you should pause and do a bit of self-examination:&lt;br /&gt;Are there disconnects in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Are there discrepancies between what you desire in your heart and what you are doing with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Is there alignment between your intentions and your direction?&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever gotten lost while driving (and who hasn't?), you know that if you backtrack far enough, you can usually get your bearings and be on your way. Worst case, you've wasted a few minutes or hours. But when you get lost in life, you can't backtrack. When you get lost in life, you don't waste minutes or hours. You can waste an entire season of your life. Choosing the wrong path in life will cost you precious years. Nobody wants to do that. Nobody wants to wake up in his fifties and wish he had taken a different path in his thirties. Nobody wants to arrive at the end of a marriage and wish she had taken a different path during her dating years. Think about it. You only get to be twenty once. You get one senior year. You get one first marriage. The path we choose at those critical junctions doesn’t just determine our destination the following year, but for the following season of life.&lt;br /&gt;The principle of the path is operating in your life every minute of every day. You are currently on a financial path of some kind. You are on a relational path. You are continuing down a moral and ethical path. And each of these paths has a destination. My hope is that by becoming aware of this powerful principle, you will have the wisdom to know which path to choose and the courage to stay the course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-6948388475528479106?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6948388475528479106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6948388475528479106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6948388475528479106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6948388475528479106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-disconnect.html' title='The Great Disconnect'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1913315525872316348</id><published>2009-04-11T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:34:53.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><content type='html'>This week, I decided to take a break from my Bible Study Fellowship lessons and follow Jesus' activities from the point of the entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday to Resurrection. I guess I never focused on how busy he was. I thought about the key things that we celebrate in church like Palm Sunday, the Last Supper, the Crucifixion and Resurrection, but Jesus was really very busy in addition to all of these activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were crowds of people eager to hear everything he had to say and Pharisee's doing their best to trip up Jesus in front of the crowd and making themselves look foolish at the same time. Jesus even directly spoke against the Pharisees in the seven woes passage and taught a lot about what the Kingdom of Heaven was really like, what would happen to him in the coming days and about his second coming. He taught that his servants wouldn't know the time of his return so we should always be ready and should be prepared to give an accounting of the work done here in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about the King who gave the wedding feast for his son and the invitees refused to attend and went about their own business. Even one of the people from the street (second list of invitations issued) didn't even give the groom honor enough to dress appropriately for the occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many principles from the passages this week that I have read (I haven't even gotten through them all) but I have taken the following for action in my upcoming weeks, months and years to put into practice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I investing what the Lord has given me with an eternal perspective? Am I investing my time, talents and resources in a way that would honor the Lord and bear fruit for his Kingdom?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there someone I can touch today to encourage a soul and help them trust in the Lord too?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I guilty of hiding my allegience to Jesus Christ and not boldly standing as one of his disciples?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I investing myself to learn about the Lord's character so that I can pattern my choices after his?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I willing to risk opposition in order to stand for Christ or will I be like the church leaders who believed but were afraid if they confessed their belief they would be thrown out of the synagogue?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are their limits I have placed on what I am willing to yield for the Lord? Are there hindrances of self indulgence, comfort or pride that I am hanging on to that prevent God from fully using me as his servant?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I weep over the people who have not yet come to accept God's offer of salvation? Do I use opportunities to share God's character with those who don't have a clear understanding?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I guilty of being blind to the work of God in my own life? Have I acted without faith?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I content with a mere physical healing from pain or do I want the abundant life promised in scripture? Is it reflected in the prayers I offer? Do I go beyond the physical and ask for spiritual insight and forgiveness of my sins?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faith allows for no doubt: am I asking for something in prayer and not acting in belief?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I bearing fruit for the Lord? Will I be proud to give an accounting of my work here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I keep an eternal focus or do I let momentary trials and unkindnesses affect my responses?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much of my faith is compromised: to keep a job? to keep peace at home? to keep friends? to maintain security? to be thought of well? Do I love the praise of men more than God?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I treat my Lord in a casual way and not give him the respect he deserves? Do I not do my best?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I allow anything to come between me and my love of the Lord? Are there any habits or idols that need to be removed from my life? When it comes time to pray and to spend time with the Lord, is there anything that comes to my mind that I would rather do? Is my time appropriately allocated to give the Lord priority place?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I give God all that belongs to him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are my thoughts and actions centered on loving the Lord my God with all my heart/soul/mind?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I really show love for my neighbor? How can I make my neighbors know they are loved?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Jesus returned today, am I ready? Am I prepared like the virgins with the oil or have I allowed other distractions to consume me? Have I put off something that I should do to get ready?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see there are a lot of applications to be taken from the instruction Jesus gave during his last week on earth before his crucifixion. More than can be learned or put into practice during a mere week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless you as you seek him and as you serve him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1913315525872316348?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1913315525872316348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1913315525872316348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1913315525872316348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1913315525872316348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8733213181502142041</id><published>2009-04-08T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:20:22.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who me? Submit?</title><content type='html'>As you know, I am so blessed to be involved in a Bible Study Fellowship study. This year we are studying the life of Moses. We have taken almost 30 weeks to get where we are, but we currently are finishing the book of Numbers. Chapter 30 discusses the importance of keeping a vow and how we are known by our word. BUT it also has a section for women who make a vow and then find that their father or their husband do not allow them to complete their vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives ALL of us principles about submission. Men are not exempt from submission; in fact they bear the greater accountability to God for their choices as they have been ordained by God to lead their households. Women are given exemptions by God if their father's or husband's mandate another course of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel compassion for Christian children who are under the authority of harsh parents who are overbearing and do not use their leadership responsibly. I also know that God sees their condition and intervenes on their behalf. I also know that God can use even unpleasant circumstances to accomplish his purposes in our lives. As grown women, we have much more freedom and enjoy more "grown up" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;priviledges&lt;/span&gt;, but I believe that God honors women who will obey his principle of submission to their husbands and will hold their husbands accountable for wrong choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only pick and choose the principles God gives me in scripture, how am I honoring him as Lord of my life? If I only choose the pleasant and do the things that I like to do, how am I growing in grace. How will I ever learn to put to death my flesh and my strong will and choose the things of the Spirit if I only do what I like and never subject myself to disciplines of the faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do run the risk of being treated wrongly by those in authority (all authority), but like Joseph, I have a defender who is greater than any foe and able to overcome any circumstance that does not accomplish God's purpose in my life. Submission is not a terrible thing. I choose to submit out of love for my Lord Jesus Christ and in submitting to my husband, and other authorities (boss, government etc) I am following my Lord's commands becoming more pleasing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had a conversation with a woman in her 30's who is about to be married for the first time. She has enjoyed some independence and now struggles with the concept of submission to a husband. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;want's&lt;/span&gt; to maintain her independence but enjoy the benefits of marriage. I don't believe that two people can become one if they both remain independently two people. When we marry we choose to become a unit and our actions become centered on making that unit successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own personal marriage, God knew that I was very strong willed, so he gave me a husband who is even stronger. God knew that I needed someone equally strong to counter my own selfish desires and to challenge my unholy behaviors. Sometimes it has felt as if he were overbearing, but God knew that if I were to become a Christian who really lives my faith that I would have to endure some chastening, some molding, some unpleasantness. My husband didn't create the unpleasantness as much as my selfish attitudes did. I thank God for giving me the husband that he did to grow me up and teach me what holiness, grace, forgiveness and love are really about. I know more about the depths of God's love for me because he has given me a strong willed husband to love. I know more about Christ's submission to the cross, because God has given me hardships to endure to make me a better servant for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we always resist the unpleasant we may just be resisting the chastisement and the character building that God is putting in our lives to conform us into his image. If you are enduring unpleasant situations take heart! God knows your circumstances and is able to see you through your trials and bear you up. His grace is sufficient for all of our needs. Look to him and find the comfort you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you as you seek him and as you serve him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8733213181502142041?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8733213181502142041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8733213181502142041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8733213181502142041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8733213181502142041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-me-submit.html' title='Who me? Submit?'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6413512344322329521</id><published>2009-03-28T05:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:16:20.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manna Again?</title><content type='html'>The BSF study in the Life of Moses has uncovered a sin in my life that I hadn't considered long and hard before.  I have learned that when I am complaining about whatever circumstance I am facing and let's face it, even when I do pray to God about my situations, I am also quick to let people know that I am suffering BIG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israelites were the same way.  God provided for them time and time again and yet every time they encountered the next hardship they complained like they had no idea where their provision came from.  Even when God provided, they weren't always happy with His solution and griped about it too.  God provided manna to feed nearly 2-4 million people there in the desert; not just occassionally but consistently for 40 years.  I sympathize with the Israelites in that there wasn't a lot of variety in their cuisine, but they were sustained by God's hand.  Even so, they complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made it clear to the Israelites and now to me that when we complain we are telling God that we are not satisfied with how he has provided for us.  Complaining is not against our circumstances, or other people, it is against God himself since he is the author of our lives and brings the people and the circumstances we face.  Complaining is anti-witnessing.  We are telling the world that God is insufficient, not satisfactory.  Why would anyone choose to follow a God like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we do have an appropriate response to unpleasant circumstances...we can take our cares to God himself and ask him to give us relief.  THEN we can testify to how he provides for us.  That is really witnessing.  In my time in this section of scripture, God has shown me how I am a complainer and what impact it has on my relationship to God and how it impacts my testimony here for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that we should not let people know our struggles or give the impression that we don't have battles each day, but we should not allow bitter circumstances to give rise to a bad attitude in our lives.  Too often I have allowed that and justified my poor behavior by attributing it to my unpleasant circumstances.  After all, it is understandable how a person would not be joyful when all around is hardship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, I allow circumstances to dictate my mood.  Too often the unbelieving world has looked to me to demonstrate how God is sustaining me through hard times and I have only shown them complaints and bitterness.  Now that God has shown me this in my life, I am committed to changing the pattern (with his help) so that my life is a living testimony of the greatness of God, not just when I am being blessed, but also when I am being guided through my own wilderness of suffering and trial as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-6413512344322329521?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6413512344322329521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6413512344322329521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6413512344322329521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6413512344322329521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/manna-again.html' title='Manna Again?'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-141258478218555187</id><published>2009-03-28T05:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:54:25.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Moses</title><content type='html'>I have to tell you, my Bible Study Fellowship study on the Life of Moses is absolutely phenomenal!  In August when I considered the prospect of spending a year in the books of Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy, I can't say that I was filled with excited anticipation.  I know the whole counsel of God is for my growth in my faith so I was glad to have a structured study to keep me focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have spent 6 months studying, I am thinking this is one of the best studies ever!  No where in scripture is there a clearer picture of the Holiness of God and man's utter sinful state than in wanderings of the Israelite nation.  No where else do we see how God cares for his people not because they are well behaved or are model people, but because they are his.  His care for the Israelites and for us is a reflection on Him.  He does it out of love for us and that the world may see his glory revealed because he started with a people who were utterly helpless without him and He did great things in their lives where all could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sunday School (a different study) we are studying apologetics and how do we help people know that Jesus is a savior for them too.  I am thinking that the Life of Moses is the best way to show them how we have a faithful and holy God who cares for his people.  Time and time again God did wonderful things to provide for his people.  You would think that the Israelites would have learned their lesson that there was no nation too strong for them + God.  You would think that when they were hungry and thirsty they would have looked to the same God that had provided for them the last time, but each time, they showed how faithless they really were.  No where in scripture do we see a clearer picture of our need for salvation and our utter inability to do anything to accomplish our own salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see over and over again that every deliverance is all God.  We see over and over again that God requires our obedience and does not abide rebellion.  We see his forgiveness and how even when we fail him, he is merciful.  We like the Israelites need deliverance (sometimes from our own foolishness).  We Christians, like the Israelites have enjoyed the salvation, love, forgiveness and mercy of God.  We Christians, like the Israelites are called to be a holy people with an allegience only to God alone.  We Christians recognize that we cannot affect our own salvation no matter how many sacrifices we offer.  Our sin is deeper than that and only God can make us reconciled with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the Israelites were given a sacrificial system to atone for sin and to be given a clean slate, God provided his only son Jesus Christ to put an end to the sacrificial system and to deliver us from the penalty of sin.  If there was any other way, Jesus' payment for us was pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so much like the Israelites it is scary, but just as the Israelites were fed in the desert and guided to the promised land, so God does the same for us.  My soul is full because of the rich lessons that are found in the Life of Moses.  What greater assurance of our faith to know that we have a God who is able to see us through all adversity and while he could change hearts and keep us out of battle, he doesn't.  In the battle his salvation is made known to those who don't know him and our faith is strengthened as we cling to him in the harshness of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-141258478218555187?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/141258478218555187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=141258478218555187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/141258478218555187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/141258478218555187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-of-moses.html' title='The Life of Moses'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3537807743801921733</id><published>2009-03-21T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:12:15.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W. V. Grant Faith Healer</title><content type='html'>The popularity of the faith healing movement has always been a bit of a mystery to me.  The Bible clearly says that signs and wonders are performed for the purpose of bringing unbelievers to a faith in God; why do so many believers chase after miracle signs and wonders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently invited me to a faith healing with her.  She is a dear friend to me and my transport was her only hope of attendance.  It seemed important to her and so I agreed.  I think in her heart of hearts she was hoping that if I were to see miracles that I would be encouraged in my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle healer claimed to have a "special annointing" but that Jesus is the one who healed.  If Jesus is the miracle healer why would an intermediary be needed?  It almost suggests that the healer has already determined that my faith is not sufficient to approach the Father and ask for that which I need.  It also suggests that if we have a thorn in our flesh it is not of God and that somehow Satan has some power in my life that God cannot thwart apart from an intervention by someone with a special annointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the service he suggested that everyone would have an opportunity to be healed.  It seemed to me that he was suggesting that everyone &lt;u&gt;needed&lt;/u&gt; to be healed.  Another person there at the healing had been to the revival services throughout the entire week Mr. Grant had been there and claimed to have received a healing himself.  This person said that he had never heard of Mr. Grant and didn't know anything about him, but was convinced that he was the real deal.  When I did a quick google search prior to the service, I found that Mr. Grant has been convicted of defrauding people in the past and falsefying miracles.  Now that he is out of prison, these miracles that I am seeing now are legitimate because God saw fit to forgive him for the miracles he did fraudulently and now has given him "true" power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//en.allexperts.com/e/w/w/w.v._grant.htm"&gt;http://http//en.allexperts.com/e/w/w/w.v._grant.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bible.ca/tongues-encyclopedia-pentecostal-preachers.htm#grant"&gt;http://www.bible.ca/tongues-encyclopedia-pentecostal-preachers.htm#grant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WV_Grant"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WV_Grant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my studies of the Bible one of the greatest revelations I have had is that God is Holy and I along with all mankind are utterly sinful.  Over my years of growing in grace, I have learned how pervasive my sin is.  At first, I saw the sins that are offensive to all good church goers and recognized that I fell short of a churchy standard.  The church's standard however is so much lower than God's standard of holiness.  Jesus pointed that out to the Pharisees who prided themselves on their righteousness and exposed them for the vile sinners they were.  God's holiness goes much deeper than external conduct - that is another blog perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that God uses affliction to draw us in to repentence and into deeper dependence on him alone; sometimes affliction is just for the purpose of him growing his character in us and sometimes it is for his glory, but we don't see God's purpose.  We are assured in Romans 8:28 that all things work together for good for those who are called according to God's purposes.   Mr. Grant at no time in his presentation conveyed an exhortation to deeper fellowship with God, greater knowledge of scripture etc.  He spoke out about the way that secular society lives and how it is an offense to God.  Well Duh!  There weren't a lot of secular society in the room only desperate Christians feeling defeated by affliction and longing for relief.  His message could easily be confirmed by the people in the room and had no impact to change the lives that were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith healing seems to be a misnomer to me.  Present are those whose faith is weak and they are longing for a confirmation that God cares and he is all powerful to handle their circumstances.  God has shown over and over that he cares.  The very fact that he adopted me as a Christian is evidence that he cares.  I had no good in me that I should be selected by God.  God is still all powerful and he is intimately aware of the afflictions I suffer.  He is also able to remove them by a breath if it is his will.  I can ask in faith and he has promised that if it is good for me, he will hear my prayer.  If Faith healing involved special displays of God's power so that all can see, where is the faith?  And where is our faith?  Is it in God alone or in some man claiming to have a special prophesy or annointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to me that there were comments during the service about if you wanted your healing to be permanent, you should bring forth your best offering to this man.  If it is a healing of God, wouldn't it be permanent?  The Bible tells us that there will be false teachers and men claiming to have special power that will deceive even the elect if it were possible.  Not all magic is of God and as Christians we need to be discerning in who we allow to influence our thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectacle of the faith healing really isn't something that was promoted in the Bible.  Jesus even chastised the people who just followed him for a special healing and were not interested in having their lives changed.  Paul and the other apostles wrote extensively about the Christian life and it was a journey toward holy living and becoming a person of grace.  As Christians we should leave the signs and wonders to the unbelievers.  We have something much better; we have the Holy Spirit that lives in us and guides us in the development of the character of Jesus Christ in us.  We become living sacrifices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following after miracle workers only leaves our faith defeated because we realize that we do not have that kind of power in our lives.  If we did, there would be no sickness anywhere because out of love we would be healing them and saving tons of money on medical services.  As soon as we have a need that God does not immediately resolve according to our word, we become discourage.  What made us think that God is bound to do our bidding like that?  I love the dear souls who were in attendance looking for some hope they could cling to in their lives and I have great news!  Jesus alone is that hope and he can be found if we will look for him.  His plan for our lives is well articulated in the Bible if we will study and his Spirit joins with ours in prayer interceding and convicting us of our sins.   We have a great hope not only here but in the hereafter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3537807743801921733?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3537807743801921733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3537807743801921733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3537807743801921733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3537807743801921733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/w-v-grant-faith-healer.html' title='W. V. Grant Faith Healer'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-982335240027662067</id><published>2009-03-21T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:18:25.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going backwards in time</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted last.  So much has happened and so many lessons I have learned.  I thought I would begin by working backwards a little and share some more recent events before spending some time sharing the former things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-982335240027662067?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/982335240027662067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=982335240027662067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/982335240027662067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/982335240027662067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-backwards-in-time.html' title='Going backwards in time'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1118443292189494484</id><published>2008-09-22T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:36:37.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jesus your All in All?</title><content type='html'>I think everyone from time to time experiences times of discouragement. People let us down failing to meet our needs and expectations. Sometimes it is groups of people. I have been going through a time of discouragement myself. All around me people I count on have not been able to be counted on for one reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, employers, my church has all been either going through disappointment together with me or they have disappointed me in some way. While I would like to have a human comforter, it just seems that no one really understands but the Lord alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my challenge. There is no doubt that this world is not my home. My home is with the Lord in heaven. Will I give in to the disappointment around me or can I trust my Lord to be my all in all? The answer is yes, of course. Jesus Christ is the only trustworthy one and he is the only one who can know my heart. The challenge is &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; I? My comfort doesn't need to come from human sources, but I can rest in the knowledge that I am the Lord's and He is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am studying in Bible Study Fellowship how because Pharaoh had hardened his heart against the Israelites, God came to redeem his people with signs and wonders to reassure the Israelites that God heard their prayers and to confirm to the entire Egyptian nation that God is greater than any man and he will not be mocked. Pharaoh's sin brought doom to his entire nation. Untold numbers of people and animals suffered and died as a result of the plagues God brought to Egypt.   Some disappointments are a result of sin, either committed by me or against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like Pharaoh who would not yield to God and paid the price.  We haven't gotten there yet, but the Israelites had their time as well of rebellion and disbelief, but God was merciful and kept his people in his care.  I am so glad that my Lord cares enough to correct me when I am in error and brings me back into fellowship if I will confess my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sin against me, my challenge is to discern my place in encouraging them to make right choices, to pray for them, but not intervene in their choices. God will have to deal with their hearts alone and I must not play the role of Holy Spirit.   My Lord is omnipotent and he cares deeply for me his child. I can trust him to keep me and my loved ones in his care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these are rambling thoughts to someone who does not know my heart, but I write this for myself as much as for others to read that my Lord cares no matter what we go through and the circumstances and disappointments we face today are just the thing required for us to really let go of every source of comfort and pleasure we look to apart from Jesus Christ our Lord. He is allowing us to go through times of testing and trial to see if we will really trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can report of deliverance soon, but if not, I know I can entrust my entire life in the Lord's care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1118443292189494484?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1118443292189494484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1118443292189494484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1118443292189494484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1118443292189494484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-jesus-your-all-in-all.html' title='Is Jesus your All in All?'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2719700199981159904</id><published>2008-09-22T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:45:15.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battlefield of American Economy</title><content type='html'>A few years ago Larry Burkett wrote of a coming "economic earthquake" that would forever change our American financial landscape. After this month's financial devastation with the government takeover of so many of our financial institutions, there is no doubt in my mind that our economy will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has the potential to usher in not only a deep recession if not a depression for Americans, but its tenticles extend to virtually all developed and developing nations.  I don't know that I am a pessimist as much as I see how the exact same practices have played out in the lives of American families who come to me for budget counsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States Government is solving a liquidity crisis by use of debt.  Families I have counselled when they find that their spending goes beyond the scope of their income (regardless of the reason) first tend to look to credit cards for short term boost to carry them through and then to the equity in their homes for bigger debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial counselors who are my peers have historically even recommended using debt to support lifestyle choices (rather than using savings) so that the savings could be invested for longer term and to roll credit card debt onto their homes as an equity arrangement so that it could be deductible for tax purposes.  Both strategies are just plain bad practice in my estimation and are not supported in scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of these practices, families continue to live higher on the hog than their income would allow and mortgage their future to pay for their perceived needs in the present.  Ultimately, the failure to make wise choices with spending result in mounting crisis that presents itself in the future.  Families become more and more constrained in their discretionary dollars as debt takes a larger and larger percentage of their take home.  Without either a modification in the spending choices or an increase in the income financial failure results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government is trodding that path right now. Every government bailout and program requires funding.  Our funding comes from you the taxpayer.  Our politicians are prone to short term financial thinking; they do what will serve them best to get them re-elected.  Right now, our politicians are saying that governmental intervention is necessary to keep stability in the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a free market system, or it used to be.  Investors recognized that when they invest, that they are taking risk.  When things are going well, everyone wants to invest where they can get the most gain.  They take more risk because they don't perceive that market cycles may take their investment down or that some financial crisis like the one we face can degrade the value of the investments.  It is the nature of investing and if we remove that risk from the markets, we are no better than any other socialist nation where the government controls all aspects of our financial welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States used to be known as the home of the free; but I would venture to guess that it is no longer free.  We are at the mercy of those creditors and they will exercise control, because they can and they must protect their investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have felt that the Lord's return may be very near.  More and more signs point to his returning.  Some days I just find myself looking to the clouds for my Lord's return.  If you study your Bible's there are predictions of financial hard times during the tribulation here on earth.  I believe that we are moving closer and closer to that time.  Every news article points to the financial upheaval that would be necessary to institute a one world financial economy.  Last week even during the liquidity crisis we faced here in the US the central bank was diverting cash to foreign countries.  The Lord told us to watch for the signs and to be prepared for his returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in doom; I do believe that we should be preparing our hearts and boldly witnessing to unbelievers while we can.  God has a grand plan to demonstrate his sovreignty; we Christians in America have been spoiled with pleasure and ease for many years.   The days of the Lord's returning are shorter than they were last week.  We need to put on our armor and be praying for our fellow believers who are serving in all kinds of conditions.  Some are being oppressed and some have new doors opening for witness to them.  Pray for those who have committed their lives to serve the Lord well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be one of the virgins with their lamps kept full until the Lord's return?  The wait continues, but we don't know but what it may be today that he comes back for his people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2719700199981159904?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2719700199981159904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2719700199981159904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2719700199981159904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2719700199981159904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/battlefield-of-american-economy.html' title='The Battlefield of American Economy'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5723223270302056378</id><published>2008-09-07T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:53:31.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Armor of God</title><content type='html'>This summer, I felt like I needed to understand better the principles that were being presented in the section on the Armor of God in Ephesians 6:10-20.  I had begun feeling like my prayer life was somewhat ineffective and that I was feeling defeated in the face of a lot of opposition around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing this study, I was reminded that these commands are for all Christians.  We are reminded that we are in a battle.  It is a spiritual battle against a strong enemy.  The enemy is devious and coniving.  We know by the end of this passage that the battle is conducted on the prayer field.  The elements of armor help us to get our thinking straight and assess the battle correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pieces of armor are not like the spiritual gifts we may have been given.  EVERY Christian is in this battlefield and we are engaged in battle for our Lord.  If we are not engaged in this battle, we have chosen to sit on the sidelines and have not clearly chosen our team.  If we are on Jesus' team, we join him in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard Christian friends say that they are blessed by some wonderful thing that God does to make their life comfortable or strife free.  I have prayed myself that the Lord might remove some strife from my life, but the more I study the Bible the more I am convinced that strife is common to the Christian and that if we are living a life without opposition or trial, we are not exercising our faith well and we are not effectively witnessing for the Lord.  The Enemy may not be engaging some Christians because they are not engaged in the Lord's work around them.  Peace that we have as Christians is not because we have stress free lives with all our desires met; it is a peace that comes from knowing that we are kept in the Lord's care and that we are fighting on the side of  righteousness.  Nothing can come against us apart from the will of God and even the Enemy's schemes only serve to refine our character and make us more like our Lord Jesus Christ.  Satan is building up rather than tearing down his opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I learned in this study is that our goal is not to attack or take over the Enemy's territory; we are commanded to STAND.  Three times in the passage we are told to stand.  We merely stand firm against opposition that comes our way.  We correctly look at the situation and see the truth about it and the truth that we stand for.  Jesus told us; "I am the way, the truth and the life".  We must look at our strife the same way our Lord does; with an eternal focus and not momentary.  We also see correctly that this battle is not against people, but against the wicked forces that influence people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that we have no righteousness of our own, but the only righteousness we have is that which the Lord has given to us at the point that we became his.  It is HIS righteousness that is our breastplate.  It is our protection against the Enemy's schemes; it protects us against the fiery darts that are being lobbed against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feet are shod with the Gospel of Peace.  We have wonderful news to share with the ones on the sidelines watching the battle and for the people who are engaged on the wrong side of this battle.  There is a hope we have that is greater than anything physical we face.  This battle demonstrates where we have chosen to spend eternity; it is on the side that will be victorious in the end even though it may appear otherwise if you only have a view of the physical circumstances without faith glasses to see what is happening big picture.  We humans are prone to getting lost in the details of our lives without seeing the eternal, but thank God, he has given us his word and his spirit to give us a bigger view of this battle.  We are witnesses if we say nothing at all, because the world see us engaged differently, demonstrating the fruits of the spirit in the midst of trials.  They see we are a strange people when measured by worldly standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the hope of our future salvation that the Lord has promised.  Even though we are saved as Christians we also know that this salvation is both present and future.  We have the knowledge that we were saved, but also the hope of the future salvation to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith is built on nothing less than Christ alone.  The Lord continuously grows his people in faith who will apply his word to their lives and act on what they say they believe.  Faith is not so much belief, but acting on belief.  How many of us stop at believing and rest in our salvation without becoming engaged for the Lord.  I think that in the end, those believers will find that they are like the virgins who did not actively prepare for the Lord's return for the wedding.  They will be the ones without the oil and are disappointed in the end.  The shield stops the darts of the Enemy.  It protects and is sufficient to stand against the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have the one piece of armor that infiltrates the other side.  It is the word of God.  The Bible is the sword of the spirit that is able to penetrate the other side and to reveal to those who are engaged for the enemy that they are on the wrong side.  If we are not faithful in applying this word, learning it, memorizing it, and giving it out we will not be able to be effective witnesses to the men and women who have been deceived by the enemy and are looking at the wrong measurements to determine their success.  We don't need to share our story as much as we need to share God's story and allow the Spirit to infiltrate the hearts involved.  It is the work of the Spirit and not ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, I have not shared the word I know with people who are engaged on the other side because I feared their judgment.  In doing so, I demonstrated my lack of faith in the work that word could do.  I adopted the world's measurement of acceptance rather than my Lord's measure.  It is humbling to see how I have not served the Lord well.  I want to redeem this lost time and to never repeat this sin now that I have seen it in my life.  The word is not just to build me up, but it is effective for witness.  How many people have said that they didn't know how to share the gospel thinking they needed to have a special word of their own.  All they need is to have the word in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle we do is on the battlefield of prayer.  The end of this passage tells us that we need to be faithful in praying for the saints... all those others who are engaged in spiritual warfare. We can actually be a help to them in their effort to stand firm by praying for them.  Paul also asks for prayer for himself for boldness.  He knew that was the possibility that he might not share the gospel.  The first and most bold missionary I know of was afraid that without prayer that he might not be effective in his witness.  Also, I think that we need to pray that the word would have it's full effect in the life of the recipient.  The enemy is strong, but the weapons we have are stronger and the Lord we serve will be victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing to learn more about this battle and based on the opposition that seems to surround me, I know that I am not on the sidelines, but I am in the battle.  Pray that I will stand firm and be a bold witness for my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:10-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 Finally, draw your strength from the Lord and from his mighty power. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v12"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;For our struggle is not with flesh and blood but with the principalities, with the powers, with the world rulers of this present darkness, with the evil spirits in the heavens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, put on the armor of God, that you may be able to resist on the evil day and, having done everything, to hold your ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v14"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;So stand fast with your loins girded in truth, clothed with righteousness as a breastplate, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v15"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your feet shod in readiness for the gospel of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="v16"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all circumstances, hold faith as a shield, to quench all (the) flaming arrows of the evil one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v17"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v18"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all prayer and supplication, pray at every opportunity in the Spirit. To that end, be watchful with all perseverance and supplication for all the holy ones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v19"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also for me, that speech may be given me to open my mouth, to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="v20"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;for which I am an ambassador in chains, so that I may have the courage to speak as I must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5723223270302056378?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5723223270302056378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5723223270302056378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5723223270302056378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5723223270302056378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/armor-of-god.html' title='Armor of God'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8253986261458086123</id><published>2008-08-11T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:28:56.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91df52bdeb6b1bd5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91df52bdeb6b1bd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E9F1CCC5D603064F757D94F08890D8A5F4C274.3CA4B8FA9805A7B56534A88E8DEEF96D1A4C79CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91df52bdeb6b1bd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpy8F4IyV1MP5kf8g85lDCDZMhgY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91df52bdeb6b1bd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E9F1CCC5D603064F757D94F08890D8A5F4C274.3CA4B8FA9805A7B56534A88E8DEEF96D1A4C79CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91df52bdeb6b1bd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpy8F4IyV1MP5kf8g85lDCDZMhgY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;We got to sample some homemade ice cream being churned by this one cylinder engine. Kenny was amazed by the engine so he just watched it for nearly 40 minutes as we shopped through the flea market. This flea market is the largest I have ever seen. They also have an auction house on site with several auctioneers calling in the same building. Beautiful antiques being auctioned. The flea market had to have over 1000 booths. We couldn't see it all in one visit. We will have to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8253986261458086123?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91df52bdeb6b1bd5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8253986261458086123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8253986261458086123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8253986261458086123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8253986261458086123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5594359894241225130</id><published>2008-08-11T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:01:09.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming the Amish Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCMOgii77I/AAAAAAAAAl8/rgH2vU6XS7o/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233336947885404082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCMOgii77I/AAAAAAAAAl8/rgH2vU6XS7o/s200/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were traveling we saw this three teamed horse pulling a hay mower.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5594359894241225130?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5594359894241225130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5594359894241225130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5594359894241225130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5594359894241225130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/farming-amish-way.html' title='Farming the Amish Way'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCMOgii77I/AAAAAAAAAl8/rgH2vU6XS7o/s72-c/DSC01737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1564827227223468306</id><published>2008-08-11T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:59:27.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish Buggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCLmcm6b_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmiUhKMpV24/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233336259635212274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCLmcm6b_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmiUhKMpV24/s200/DSC01730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCLcYvg9GI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dl4tT5Jiyo8/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233336086798857314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCLcYvg9GI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dl4tT5Jiyo8/s200/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKlWwvKpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kYOvycqxjV8/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233335141374306962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKlWwvKpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kYOvycqxjV8/s200/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKdGcREAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Mq5-2hlAJdM/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Amish don't particularly like to be photo graphed so we took pictures of the buggies in their parking spaces at the flea market in Shipshewana and there was a place giving buggy rides to tourists that I took as they were passing by.&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/5113823527022933365-1564827227223468306?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1564827227223468306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1564827227223468306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1564827227223468306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1564827227223468306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/amish-buggies.html' title='Amish Buggies'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCLmcm6b_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmiUhKMpV24/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1063654333427243565</id><published>2008-08-11T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:51:55.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Amish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKGisHwVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eJvKJyxxgjg/s1600-h/DSC01718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233334612000227666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKGisHwVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eJvKJyxxgjg/s200/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the RV rally we enjoyed a home cooked Amish meal, and enjoyed seeing the Amish homes and gardens. We sampled some of the baked goods and I even picked up a cookbook with recipes to try. Dinner was like thanksgiving. They sent down large bowls of mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, fried chicken, a meatloaf with a gravy, coleslaw and three kinds of pies. With the bread they served a peanut butter/marshmallow fluff topping or apple butter. All was wonderful. You can see we were well satisfied.  They served about 70 of us in all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5113823527022933365-1063654333427243565?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1063654333427243565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1063654333427243565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1063654333427243565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1063654333427243565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/visiting-amish.html' title='Visiting Amish'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCKGisHwVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eJvKJyxxgjg/s72-c/DSC01718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7952184424393958657</id><published>2008-08-11T14:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:40:42.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bea on Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHWME7ucI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zYr6O7xPuWE/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233331582273305026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHWME7ucI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zYr6O7xPuWE/s200/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHci-mvLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dUAxV8SJodE/s1600-h/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233331691499994290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHci-mvLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dUAxV8SJodE/s200/DSC01780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCG7T0G1cI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LEMo7Za0lmQ/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233331120493745602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCG7T0G1cI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LEMo7Za0lmQ/s200/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHEZsIW2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ahz1LOEEZQ0/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233331276689726306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHEZsIW2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ahz1LOEEZQ0/s200/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After doing some of our obedience training, I was interested to know if Bea would actually settle down some while travelling. In March when we went to Rayne, LA Bea was a bea-st! She tried to attack dogs walking by and was basically on high alert the entire time. I have to report that she did pretty well. She wasn't completely off high alert, but the difference between our March trip and our July trip were remarkably improved. She really enjoys traveling and I hope we can do it with her for a long time. &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/5113823527022933365-7952184424393958657?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7952184424393958657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7952184424393958657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7952184424393958657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7952184424393958657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/bea-on-vacation.html' title='Bea on Vacation'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCHWME7ucI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zYr6O7xPuWE/s72-c/DSC01748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7638871050314902233</id><published>2008-08-11T14:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:33:59.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Pigs in Cincinnati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFfysl9HI/AAAAAAAAAkc/l1oroUOJq3U/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233329548235764850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFfysl9HI/AAAAAAAAAkc/l1oroUOJq3U/s200/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFy1csA1I/AAAAAAAAAks/vnPOAo9DjEs/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233329875391873874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFy1csA1I/AAAAAAAAAks/vnPOAo9DjEs/s200/DSC01682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFuVEC5_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/x8ReRJU38LY/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233329797979105266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFuVEC5_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/x8ReRJU38LY/s200/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited the link on my blogpage (Roadside America) before we left on our trip to see if there were oddities that I might want to see while traveling. To my delight Cincinnati has an oddity that I was thrilled to hunt down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cincinnati has a park on the riverfront near the ball parks. We found our way to it and what to our wondering eyes should appear but a FLYING PIG!   When someone tells you "when pigs fly" you can let them know that they really do in Cincinnati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were also some beautiful vistas as well near the river.&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/5113823527022933365-7638871050314902233?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7638871050314902233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7638871050314902233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7638871050314902233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7638871050314902233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/flying-pigs-in-cincinnati.html' title='Flying Pigs in Cincinnati'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCFfysl9HI/AAAAAAAAAkc/l1oroUOJq3U/s72-c/DSC01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6402010991839101980</id><published>2008-08-11T14:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:28:56.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDsWpR8KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1dXg8pfn9F0/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327565020721314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDsWpR8KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1dXg8pfn9F0/s200/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCD1FjsjOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EraBYreyWqM/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327715052719330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCD1FjsjOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EraBYreyWqM/s200/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDa19xn9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/EoZrHlqNsnk/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDUT8kisI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4cmUTJWIGho/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDj83BjWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kf6ZgZCIr8g/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327420660092258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDj83BjWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kf6ZgZCIr8g/s200/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCEDND-_RI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_4YZb1KwxuU/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327957585362194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCEDND-_RI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_4YZb1KwxuU/s200/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to visit the Creation Museum again this year. I think we saw some aspects that we hadn't really had a lot of time for last year. I cut up some apples for lunch, but Kenny didn't think it would be funny if we ate them in their Garden of Eden that they have on site. I am glad that he knows better than to challenge God that way. We ate the apples outside their restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever get a chance to go; it is well worth the trip.  Here is a link to their website.  It is a well organized museum sharing how science and faith do not have to be mutually exclusive and that the conclusions that we draw from the evidences of science depend in part on our worldview.  A humanistic scientist will tend to draw humanistic conclusions based on the evidence they see.  However Christians come to the evidence knowing certain things about the creation story and it is marvelous to see how God confirms his word over and over.... &lt;a href="http://www.creationmuseum.org/"&gt;http://www.creationmuseum.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-6402010991839101980?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6402010991839101980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6402010991839101980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6402010991839101980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6402010991839101980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/creation-museum.html' title='Creation Museum'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKCDsWpR8KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1dXg8pfn9F0/s72-c/DSC01689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-649077800920470465</id><published>2008-08-11T12:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:19:36.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Radio Telescope Observatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvghZxOxI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6-8QLfG_Sk0/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305371517467410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvghZxOxI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6-8QLfG_Sk0/s200/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvosdWcLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/poXXRj3w-P0/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305511924232370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvosdWcLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/poXXRj3w-P0/s200/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvvnOLzzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/31Lf_7wI1Sc/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305630777528114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvvnOLzzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/31Lf_7wI1Sc/s200/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBwGUgwbvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eHs07gC9ifo/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306020892143346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBwGUgwbvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eHs07gC9ifo/s200/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I took my first astronomy course at the College of Charleston, I have been fascinated by how God shows his majesty in the vastness of space. I had heard about the National Radio Telescopes that were being constructed and how they can give a better picture of space than the optical telescopes. In the first picture is the largest telescope on the planet. We are looking at it from approximately 1/2 mile away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The location in rural Green Bank, West Virginia was selected because of the limited interference of other electronic equipment. Car motors, microwaves, cameras, radio transmitters all interfere with these very sensitive telescopes that are mapping our universe with the radio waves emitted by the stars. We could not even take pictures of the close to ten telescopes they have there because of the interference of the cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny is standing next to one of the first radio telescopes built in the scientist's back yard and later relocated to the observatory. The white frame you see is all constructed of wood. Very impressive. You can get a sense for how large it is based on the pictures of the trailer next to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people there were so hospitable. They let us camp the night in their parking lot. I didn't know my microwave would interfere with them so I hope we didn't bother them too much. It is just a beautiful location with so many new discoveries being made. If you are interested, there is a very good website that shares some of the ways they are using the telescoped and the discoveries they have made: &lt;a href="http://www.gb.nrao.edu/gbt/"&gt;http://www.gb.nrao.edu/gbt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5113823527022933365-649077800920470465?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/649077800920470465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=649077800920470465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/649077800920470465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/649077800920470465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-radio-telescope-observatory.html' title='National Radio Telescope Observatory'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SKBvghZxOxI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6-8QLfG_Sk0/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2107165991590318284</id><published>2008-08-11T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:56:10.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Underway</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a little delayed as we didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access along the way for vacation, but Kenny decided that since he could not obtain the parts he needed to repair the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;axles&lt;/span&gt; before leaving that he would run them as is and monitor them along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manufacturer of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;axles&lt;/span&gt; was located in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goshen&lt;/span&gt;, Indiana where we were headed.  The manufacturer came to the fairgrounds where we were located and replaced the faulty parts.  They also checked the other wheels and found that there was another that was also affected.  They think that our issue was just a fluke (bad day for whoever installed them) as they have not had any issues like ours reported otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did arrive safely and our issue is corrected I believe so we couldn't have had a better outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2107165991590318284?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2107165991590318284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2107165991590318284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2107165991590318284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2107165991590318284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-underway.html' title='Vacation Underway'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7012300366008375509</id><published>2008-07-26T07:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:57:16.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day of vacation my true love said to me....</title><content type='html'>Did I say we were "finally" going on vacation?  Well, it is vacation, but we aren't going anywhere.  I understand that we have an issue with the trailer axels.  THANK GOD Kenny found it before we left and we were not stranded somewhere along the road.  He tried to reach Holiday Rambler's 24 hour help line.  It is a message machine that says they will get back to you during business hours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am content where ever we are.  I will take the dogs for a walk and enjoy the day regardless of our surroundings. The video has some commentary by Kenny on the cause of his issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7106fb5592bf962" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7106fb5592bf962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1674E36C2E0B4FEF84012D2C9A103F41F5BDCD5B.1EFAF785212703F1B85D3CA55CD231B28B14808A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7106fb5592bf962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9ncN3dXZvdS1rAxX2k31wa-z_tg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7106fb5592bf962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1674E36C2E0B4FEF84012D2C9A103F41F5BDCD5B.1EFAF785212703F1B85D3CA55CD231B28B14808A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7106fb5592bf962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9ncN3dXZvdS1rAxX2k31wa-z_tg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-7012300366008375509?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7106fb5592bf962&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7012300366008375509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7012300366008375509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7012300366008375509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7012300366008375509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-first-day-of-vacation-my-true-love.html' title='On the first day of vacation my true love said to me....'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4107309837654069700</id><published>2008-07-25T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:51:31.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ho, Hi ho, on a road trip we will go~</title><content type='html'>This is the day we have been waiting for!  After spending most of the month working long hours and responding to SEC requests for an audit, we are FINALLY going on vacation to rest.  Destination, somewhere in Indiana.  I will let you know when I get there.  It is the annual Holiday Rambler RV rally.  Smaller this year I understand with less than 500 units.  Historically we have had as many as 1200 together.  Gas prices are really taking their toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I recently hosted a Bible Study on the Armor of God.  I learned a lot from it.  If I could get one application to apply it would be that we need to have our thinking straight before we pray.  We often view our circumstances out of context and we don't keep an eternal perspective.  Also, it was encouraging to remember all that Jesus did for me and my position in him (completely protected) as I go out into the world each day and witness for him.  I need not fear for the Lord is all around me and has provided me tools to meet the challenges if I will use them.  Bible Study is important but application is key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will keep you up to date as I move along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-4107309837654069700?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4107309837654069700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4107309837654069700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4107309837654069700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4107309837654069700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-ho-hi-ho-on-road-trip-we-will-go.html' title='Hi ho, Hi ho, on a road trip we will go~'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8638933353370338484</id><published>2008-07-13T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:13:45.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny sliding a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1dc0b8f8404e79eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc0b8f8404e79eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D716EBE1BAEDC07779D9E34F2C926EA6CB3433EE.7091BAC761A0F6548690DF3CD7B2E308363AC76E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc0b8f8404e79eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De2mOVzzumNV0kGhui50_sXUQJHw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc0b8f8404e79eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D716EBE1BAEDC07779D9E34F2C926EA6CB3433EE.7091BAC761A0F6548690DF3CD7B2E308363AC76E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc0b8f8404e79eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De2mOVzzumNV0kGhui50_sXUQJHw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This tree limb fell recently after a storm.  It was too large to pick up for sure and rather than cutting it up and taking it piece by piece to the curb for trash pickup, he decided to take the entire limb and then cut it up once it was at the curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8638933353370338484?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1dc0b8f8404e79eb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8638933353370338484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8638933353370338484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8638933353370338484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8638933353370338484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/kenny-sliding-tree.html' title='Kenny sliding a tree'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5706659947827261769</id><published>2008-07-13T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:10.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B goes to Summer School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqKMrdo3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BCGVV4Ca8J0/s1600-h/Mar-July08+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222638668319612306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqKMrdo3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BCGVV4Ca8J0/s200/Mar-July08+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are at obedience classes.  This was B's first night.  We are making progress at getting along with others, though this first night she was rather distracted by all the other dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still is very stubborn about following commands.  She knows what to do, but just refuses to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was proud of her and she was proud of herself the next week when she actually began participating in some of the exercises.  She could tell she was getting it and was being like all the other dogs.  I really believe she is going to be a sweet dog once she works through her demons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5706659947827261769?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5706659947827261769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5706659947827261769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5706659947827261769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5706659947827261769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/b-goes-to-summer-school.html' title='B goes to Summer School'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqKMrdo3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BCGVV4Ca8J0/s72-c/Mar-July08+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5496741849912047603</id><published>2008-07-13T19:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:11.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ram Charger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJ25cbGBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nvfgy1AgrGY/s1600-h/Mar-July08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222638294115489810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJ25cbGBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nvfgy1AgrGY/s200/Mar-July08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJyEZ07FI/AAAAAAAAAi0/hbOz-a3EO-Y/s1600-h/Mar-July08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222638211158043730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJyEZ07FI/AAAAAAAAAi0/hbOz-a3EO-Y/s200/Mar-July08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJr8lUKRI/AAAAAAAAAis/55Ik-5Q0uNk/s1600-h/Mar-July08+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222638105979529490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJr8lUKRI/AAAAAAAAAis/55Ik-5Q0uNk/s200/Mar-July08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJkul7oZI/AAAAAAAAAik/O9Xb2fayUZk/s1600-h/Mar-July08+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222637981964935570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJkul7oZI/AAAAAAAAAik/O9Xb2fayUZk/s200/Mar-July08+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJPTZfU_I/AAAAAAAAAic/n_mt-JD4LQY/s1600-h/Mar-July08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222637613887738866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJPTZfU_I/AAAAAAAAAic/n_mt-JD4LQY/s200/Mar-July08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny is very proud of this new Ram Charger he purchased on Ebay. It has a manual transmission and will be his latest in the collection. You can also see B standing by in the picture.&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/5113823527022933365-5496741849912047603?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5496741849912047603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5496741849912047603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5496741849912047603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5496741849912047603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-ram-charger.html' title='New Ram Charger'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqJ25cbGBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nvfgy1AgrGY/s72-c/Mar-July08+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2088364717742661374</id><published>2008-07-13T18:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:12.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHkVDox-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WlaNMyAj_QU/s1600-h/Mar-July08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635776086951906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHkVDox-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WlaNMyAj_QU/s200/Mar-July08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some people ask what is the attraction we have to camping as part of a club.  What do we do with our time there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is just a sample from our recent campout at Jellystone Campground in Emporia.  We had some former campers who came by to visit with us and join in our pot luck supper.  Carl and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHbqr7deI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ozUDvXaCS1U/s1600-h/Mar-July08+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635627274270178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHbqr7deI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ozUDvXaCS1U/s200/Mar-July08+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carolyn are dear people who had RV'd and belonged to our club for over 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHUokaQuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fKgAJi2Foug/s1600-h/Mar-July08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635506446779106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHUokaQuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fKgAJi2Foug/s200/Mar-July08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go for walks with our dog friends.  Here is Captain, a Maltese owned by one of our members.  Captain went on vacation with us last year and will be going again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHOFgXUiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4IlW19Kd9So/s1600-h/Mar-July08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635393955353122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHOFgXUiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4IlW19Kd9So/s200/Mar-July08+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children that were at the campground enjoyed playing.  Captain joined the fun for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHGC8eiUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QBJRETY4ppQ/s1600-h/Mar-July08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635255829006658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHGC8eiUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QBJRETY4ppQ/s200/Mar-July08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a pot luck dinner followed by make your own Sundaes in honor of Mothers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqG_kAkvYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yFqLOiXplPE/s1600-h/Mar-July08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635144445476226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqG_kAkvYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yFqLOiXplPE/s200/Mar-July08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men sometimes get together to form a thinktank to solve all their operability issues and to re-engineer their units to make them spiffier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqG21tmIjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VCPVnyA_SiU/s1600-h/Mar-July08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222634994578891314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqG21tmIjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VCPVnyA_SiU/s200/Mar-July08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our members sadly had to leave us during the weekend, but thankfully they left in time as she had to have her appendix removed that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqGxZwqRSI/AAAAAAAAAhc/U7usO16YJ-I/s1600-h/Mar-July08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222634901176206626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqGxZwqRSI/AAAAAAAAAhc/U7usO16YJ-I/s200/Mar-July08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ride on the hay wagon with Yogi and had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-2088364717742661374?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2088364717742661374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2088364717742661374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2088364717742661374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2088364717742661374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/club-camping.html' title='Club Camping'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqHkVDox-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WlaNMyAj_QU/s72-c/Mar-July08+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-9195756149692009570</id><published>2008-07-13T18:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:13.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluegrass Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqGHTKT4pI/AAAAAAAAAhU/f3E9hsPnQl8/s1600-h/Mar-July08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222634177850237586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqGHTKT4pI/AAAAAAAAAhU/f3E9hsPnQl8/s200/Mar-July08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The weekend after our return from Louisiana we went to the Bluegrass weekend at American Heritage Camground in Williamsburg. They have this weekend twice a year. Essentially, people who are bluegrass enthusiasts camp there and musicians roam from group to group, joining in and playing and singing through the weekend. We just went as spectators, but had a great time. Below is a video to give you a taste. We had several of our friends from the Virginia Penninsula Campers club were there as well as Sonny and Linda. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqEUFLJoDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wFDFA6x5BkA/s1600-h/Mar-July08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222632198410706994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqEUFLJoDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wFDFA6x5BkA/s200/Mar-July08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqEc20CI7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/5e_aVUhVYkY/s1600-h/Mar-July08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222632349174473650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqEc20CI7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/5e_aVUhVYkY/s200/Mar-July08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqEc20CI7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/5e_aVUhVYkY/s1600-h/Mar-July08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqDegLpfjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/crh0DQyOu4g/s200/Mar-July08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; South of the Border!  My favorite cheesy place to visit!  I was a little disappointed that so much of it was not open when we were there.  A huge rainstorm came through in the middle of the night and left our entire campsite under water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I was outside with the dogs who were taking a potty break when the heavens opened up and drenched me.  Not a great picture of Pedro's, but maybe next time we go I will get a better one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cougar was a statue in the playground for the children.  B thought it was real and was prepared to defend herself to the death!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqDW6NfYrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/NQZQeGiYvhE/s1600-h/Mar-July08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222631147495711410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqDW6NfYrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/NQZQeGiYvhE/s200/Mar-July08+022.jpg" 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/5113823527022933365-4491202601026143661?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4491202601026143661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4491202601026143661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4491202601026143661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4491202601026143661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/south-of-border.html' title='South of the Border'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqDegLpfjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/crh0DQyOu4g/s72-c/Mar-July08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-340325546689777186</id><published>2008-07-13T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:13.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And another Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqCX2S3R5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/wmkWHd-p8OA/s1600-h/Mar-July08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222630064112748434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqCX2S3R5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/wmkWHd-p8OA/s200/Mar-July08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After visting one Ruth we went on to another.  I got to know this Ruth when she was a client of mine.  She was so kind to let our dogs have the run of her house.  B was still not very mannerly, but Pru thoroughly enjoyed romping with Pumpkin, their dog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed, Ruth's husband is former Navy and had a lot of commonality with Kenny and I being a Navy couple.  Actually only Kenny was in the Navy, I stayed home and did all the work!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have loved to have stayed longer, but Kenny wanted to make time on his way to Charleston to pick up his refurbished motor for his Ram Charger.  He now has 5 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-340325546689777186?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/340325546689777186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=340325546689777186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/340325546689777186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/340325546689777186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-another-ruth.html' title='And another Ruth'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqCX2S3R5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/wmkWHd-p8OA/s72-c/Mar-July08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3690627355328600572</id><published>2008-07-13T18:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oak Mountain State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqBY1ju__I/AAAAAAAAAgc/5p82ECCi5Hc/s1600-h/Mar-July08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628981583314930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqBY1ju__I/AAAAAAAAAgc/5p82ECCi5Hc/s200/Mar-July08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friend Ruth said that Oak Mountain State Park was very close to where she lives. And it is.... When we talked by phone she mentioned that one entrance of the park was closer to the campground and it would be the best route to take. We entered by that entrance. There was a very steep and winding road taking you to the park then once at the gate, we mentioned that we were going to the campground. The ranger pointed the direction to us and we followed the road. It took you along the breastwork of a dam which made for beautiful scenery, and then we saw that the road dipped down into the overflow of the dam. Wow! Never saw that before!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqBfiT7j3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/wcJ0ueMDy1M/s1600-h/Mar-July08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629096675839858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqBfiT7j3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/wcJ0ueMDy1M/s200/Mar-July08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I had taken some pictures of the actual campground.  It was a beautiful park and I would love to go back.  If you do try to go there please know that you cannot make reservations by phone during the weekends.  They only have one person that works the registration and it is a popular spot, so they can't stop checking people in to answer the phone.  Call during the week day for your reservation.  By the way, I recommend one.  The line for check in was lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-3690627355328600572?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3690627355328600572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3690627355328600572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3690627355328600572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3690627355328600572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/oak-mountain-state-park.html' title='Oak Mountain State Park'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHqBY1ju__I/AAAAAAAAAgc/5p82ECCi5Hc/s72-c/Mar-July08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8126489475360261449</id><published>2008-07-13T18:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip home from Louisiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHp-vj3kxKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YinbQoyrjyk/s1600-h/Mar-July08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222626073436800162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHp-vj3kxKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YinbQoyrjyk/s200/Mar-July08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really fallen behind in my posts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home we stopped to see &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHp-lf_CQXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hEfJaRMfoQc/s1600-h/Mar-July08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222625900595659122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHp-lf_CQXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hEfJaRMfoQc/s200/Mar-July08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruth from our former church. She met us in line for a pot luck and commented that we didn't sound like we were from Virginia. As it turned out, she is from the same area of New York that we are and her deceased husband had been related to my uncle in New York. Small world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time catching up. I always enjoy her company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to have dinner with her and chat then had breakfast the next morning before heading out to our next destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruth and I also have both Emmaus and BSF in common so it is so easy to fall into conversation with her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture on the deck is from her house.  She has a gorgeous place in Birmingham AL.  I had no idea it was so hilly there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8126489475360261449?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8126489475360261449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8126489475360261449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8126489475360261449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8126489475360261449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-home-from-louisiana.html' title='Trip home from Louisiana'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SHp-vj3kxKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YinbQoyrjyk/s72-c/Mar-July08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5854141962134837184</id><published>2008-03-30T20:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Theater</title><content type='html'>If you ever get a chance to visit Eunice, you really should plan to visit the Liberty Theater on Saturday night where they feature the "Rendez-vous Des Cajuns" music show. Each Saturday different Cajun bands are featured. The show is broadcast on the local public radio and TV. I believe you can listen to the show by visiting &lt;a href="http://www.krvs.org/"&gt;http://www.krvs.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_A0kQx0f8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/K-s19jqpKcY/s1600-h/DSC01588.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c32a965bb8bc524" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c32a965bb8bc524%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DA82FA4E059E7CCB153E58EB679F49C56AF62E.41F427D06627D43BF4CA0B4936149327E78FCF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c32a965bb8bc524%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI19gxWRzNdyrwqctCA0gCa3ocHA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c32a965bb8bc524%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DA82FA4E059E7CCB153E58EB679F49C56AF62E.41F427D06627D43BF4CA0B4936149327E78FCF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c32a965bb8bc524%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI19gxWRzNdyrwqctCA0gCa3ocHA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Geno Delafose and the French Rockin Boogie Band... a grammy nominated Cajun band that was absolutely fantastic. The theater has a dance floor in the front and people just had a wonderful time. The show runs from 6 -7:30 every Saturday. You can buy tickets, but seats are available first come first serve. It didn't really matter though because most of the people were enjoying dancing so they didn't stay seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, there was a Cycle Zydeco group. They are a group of bicylists touring the Acadiana area. For four days they cycle through Cajun country and visit local tourist attractions. They were dancing and having a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5854141962134837184?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c32a965bb8bc524&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5854141962134837184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5854141962134837184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5854141962134837184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5854141962134837184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/liberty-theater.html' title='Liberty Theater'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1708825265773793517</id><published>2008-03-30T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice, LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_AtHgx0f7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/1q-PaAf98Ps/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183692778184671154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_AtHgx0f7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/1q-PaAf98Ps/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The town of Eunice was founded by Eunice Duson's husband.  He settled the area and when it came time to name the town, he named it after his beloved wife.  What a romantic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a statue of Eunice in the town square with a listing of all the women of the town who have made their mark.  This is a town who really knows how to honor their ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1708825265773793517?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1708825265773793517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1708825265773793517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1708825265773793517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1708825265773793517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/eunice-la.html' title='Eunice, LA'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_AtHgx0f7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/1q-PaAf98Ps/s72-c/DSC01587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7405795465091076174</id><published>2008-03-28T16:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B's accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_Ao2Qx0f6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xiIObe0OdlQ/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688083785416610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_Ao2Qx0f6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xiIObe0OdlQ/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new bassett "B" has her list of phobias... one of them is that she is afraid of the noise that the chain we use to tether her to the trailer makes against the metal steps. Our first night at Rayne, she didn't wait for me to unhook her before she went in. As she went up, the chain rattled against the steps. B was attached by her choke collar. When she heard the noise she pulled harder against the chain and broke her choke collar. That had to hurt! I keep telling her that she would do so much better if she didn't strive so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been thinking that there is an object lesson for me as well. How often do I strive in my flesh trying to accomplish what I think is best when the Lord calls me apply his precepts and trust him for the outcome. He longs for us to choose his way and so often we strive to accomplish things and only look to him when we have failed and are wounded from the strife we bring to ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B is really a wonderful dog, but she has not yet learned to trust us when she is fearful. She creates her own chaos and then finds that she is in over her head quite quickly. Lord, help me to trust when I can't see the end, but know that you love us and keep us in your care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-7405795465091076174?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7405795465091076174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7405795465091076174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7405795465091076174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7405795465091076174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/bs-accident.html' title='B&apos;s accident'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R_Ao2Qx0f6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xiIObe0OdlQ/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-404389250746465528</id><published>2008-03-28T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:14.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripley's Believe it or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Xegx0f5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Hd137hKqJPw/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894927879896978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Xegx0f5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Hd137hKqJPw/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cemetary is featured in Ripley's Believe it or Not as the only Judeo Christian cemetary known where people are buried facing north to south. Christian tradition positions graves east to west (the east metaphorcally representing the beginning of life with the sun rising and the west metaphorically representing the ending of life with the setting of the sun).  Another oddity in the great state of Louisiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not clear whether the positioning of north to south of graves was an accident or intentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-404389250746465528?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/404389250746465528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=404389250746465528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/404389250746465528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/404389250746465528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/ripleys-believe-it-or-not.html' title='Ripley&apos;s Believe it or not'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Xegx0f5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Hd137hKqJPw/s72-c/DSC01571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1121869400645299669</id><published>2008-03-28T16:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:15.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make way for the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1WOQx0f4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/hFyNVAXbOvs/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893549195394946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1WOQx0f4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/hFyNVAXbOvs/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1WBwx0f3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/rbk8SqxcvSY/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893334447030130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1WBwx0f3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/rbk8SqxcvSY/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny and I were just touring about the countryside when lo and behold a house came at us down the road!&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/5113823527022933365-1121869400645299669?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1121869400645299669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1121869400645299669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1121869400645299669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1121869400645299669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-way-for-house.html' title='Make way for the house'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1WOQx0f4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/hFyNVAXbOvs/s72-c/DSC01574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-660255146957515706</id><published>2008-03-28T16:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:17.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice and Crawfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VlAx0f2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fmzowgMW7GQ/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892840525791074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VlAx0f2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fmzowgMW7GQ/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VYAx0f1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/1js0CqEpDr8/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892617187491666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VYAx0f1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/1js0CqEpDr8/s320/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VDwx0f0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lvb4aJjpfXI/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892269295140674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VDwx0f0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lvb4aJjpfXI/s320/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Louisiana, they have Crawfish farms where they grow rice in the same pool of water that they use to grow the fish. Rice and crawfish seem to cohabitate well together and allow the farmers a way to make their land even more productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of a farmer harvesting some of the crawfish in a boat as he moves through the field.  Even the birds joined in to help them out.&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/5113823527022933365-660255146957515706?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/660255146957515706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=660255146957515706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/660255146957515706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/660255146957515706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/rice-and-crawfish.html' title='Rice and Crawfish'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1VlAx0f2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fmzowgMW7GQ/s72-c/DSC01575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1936613818336405746</id><published>2008-03-28T16:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:18.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Capital of the WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Tdgx0fzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/J11GagameA8/s1600-h/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182890512653516594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Tdgx0fzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/J11GagameA8/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city of Rayne, is the Frog Capital of the World.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE oddities.  I love to visit them all.  Louisiana has quite a few of them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the city, they have murals of frogs and statues of frogs.  In September they have a frog festival where they have a competion for Frog Queen.  To win, you have to race your frog and even dress him up for the costume competition.  It sounds like my kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city has a park they have opened up for RV parking.  It is great.  This year we even have sewer and water and electric at our sites.  I love it when I can take a long shower and not have to worry about where the water will get dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1TWAx0fyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2ZRj6s50gus/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182890383804497698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1TWAx0fyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2ZRj6s50gus/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1TIAx0fxI/AAAAAAAAAes/9AaI7d81rcE/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182890143286329106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1TIAx0fxI/AAAAAAAAAes/9AaI7d81rcE/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1S5wx0fwI/AAAAAAAAAek/moDswFTHxCw/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889898473193218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1S5wx0fwI/AAAAAAAAAek/moDswFTHxCw/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1936613818336405746?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1936613818336405746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1936613818336405746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1936613818336405746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1936613818336405746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/frog-capital-of-world.html' title='Frog Capital of the WORLD'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1Tdgx0fzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/J11GagameA8/s72-c/DSC01566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7073960166370577012</id><published>2008-03-28T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:18.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why you RV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SlQx0fvI/AAAAAAAAAec/lEye2CPJm7w/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889546285874930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SlQx0fvI/AAAAAAAAAec/lEye2CPJm7w/s320/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SZgx0fuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Bi4SfT5OrfA/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889344422412002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SZgx0fuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Bi4SfT5OrfA/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SKQx0ftI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZPobsB6RLaY/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182889082429406930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SKQx0ftI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZPobsB6RLaY/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We traveled into Mississippi where the NASA space center was located hoping to take a tour of the facility. We arrived on Tuesday, but unfortunately they only run tours Wed - Sun. UGGH. Plan B... have lunch and rest a while at the rest area. By the way, the rest area at exit 2 on I-10 is wonderful. They have nice pull outs for RVs, dumping stations and everything. There was lots of space to walk the dogs and just enjoy life. The azaleas were blossoming and it was just a beautiful day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate lunch and then we rested. You can't do that with a car. Here is Kenny at the rest area and resting with some help from the dogs...&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/5113823527022933365-7073960166370577012?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7073960166370577012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7073960166370577012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7073960166370577012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7073960166370577012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-why-you-rv.html' title='This is why you RV'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1SlQx0fvI/AAAAAAAAAec/lEye2CPJm7w/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6791067547584841288</id><published>2008-03-28T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:19.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1QWAx0fsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ebOmiAun7tI/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182887085269614274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1QWAx0fsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ebOmiAun7tI/s320/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1P-Qx0frI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UqaEKJs4OhI/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182886677247721138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1P-Qx0frI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UqaEKJs4OhI/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were traveling toward our ultimate destination of Rayne, LA for the Holiday Rambler Southwest Regional Rally, we stopped at a truck stop for a break. As I walked into the truck stop, they had one of those machines where you can try to win a stuffed animal by picking it up with a mechanical arm. Inside the machine was a Tigger. As you may know from previous blogs, my old stuffed Tigger had been unstuffed by rats about a year ago. Tigger has always been the mascot of our trailer because Tiggers love to bounce and that is something that Tiggers get to do back there as we go down the road. Well, I asked my hero if he would win me a Tigger. He gave a big groan and reminded me that those machines are nothing but rip offs. He did however stick his dollar in and won me my new Tigger! I am so happy that Tigger is back! I have a picture of the stuffed Tigger along with my bouncing Tigger that we keep on the table to look out the window as we travel.&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/5113823527022933365-6791067547584841288?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6791067547584841288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6791067547584841288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6791067547584841288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6791067547584841288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1QWAx0fsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ebOmiAun7tI/s72-c/DSC01562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2549789363977058025</id><published>2008-03-23T19:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:19.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathy and Leonard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1OVwx0fqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p0-lscb9od4/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182884881951391394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1OVwx0fqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p0-lscb9od4/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-btxAx0fpI/AAAAAAAAAds/B2qcCzxSfUY/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181089847614668434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-btxAx0fpI/AAAAAAAAAds/B2qcCzxSfUY/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-btogx0foI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fxqLtwlxTyc/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181089701585780354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-btogx0foI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fxqLtwlxTyc/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-bthAx0fnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/L0ya4BchAGk/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181089572736761458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-bthAx0fnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/L0ya4BchAGk/s320/DSC01547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving Simpsonville, SC we headed to Milledgeville, GA to see our friends Kathy and Leonard Edwards. We have missed them since our days at Magnolia. They were in one of our Crown small group studies. We really enjoyed getting to know them through that small group. Kathy and Leonard invited us to spend the evening with them and have Easter dinner. Kathy made ham, asperagus, rolls, potato, and red cabbage. The company just couldn't be beat. They live across the road from Lake Sinclair. 400+ miles of shoreline. Just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have just enjoyed our visit thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5113823527022933365-2549789363977058025?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2549789363977058025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2549789363977058025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2549789363977058025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2549789363977058025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/kathy-and-leonard.html' title='Kathy and Leonard'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-1OVwx0fqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p0-lscb9od4/s72-c/DSC01551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5366809547308461139</id><published>2008-03-23T19:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:20.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting my Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brygx0fmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LumHXvslInk/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181087674361216610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brygx0fmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LumHXvslInk/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brmgx0flI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4m6ltcxSBBI/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brewx0fkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4g0Sec_Wo4s/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181087335058800194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brewx0fkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4g0Sec_Wo4s/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brXAx0fjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dk8POeOU7HI/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181087201914814002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brXAx0fjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dk8POeOU7HI/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brOgx0fiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XIU9YjpBEOI/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181087055885925922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brOgx0fiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XIU9YjpBEOI/s320/DSC01544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we are on the road again. I was thrilled to be able to leave a day early and spend some time with my sister Easter weekend. We arrived on Friday and enjoyed time together through Sunday morning for Easter services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace's mother in law cooked us a wonderful Easter dinner on Saturday after we viewed a model of their new home. We also trekked up to the location where the house will be placed this summer. She has a beautiful view of the mountains in the background. I will love visiting her there. I hope she keeps an extra bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy being with Gracie.  This morning, she went to sunrise service with me for Easter.  We visited the Methodist Church in Simpsonville. She was cold not having a heavy jacket, so I wrapped my arms around her to keep her warm.   I am not sure the people from the congregation knew what to think of us, but the pastor did welcome us after the service.  &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/5113823527022933365-5366809547308461139?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5366809547308461139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5366809547308461139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5366809547308461139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5366809547308461139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/visiting-my-sister.html' title='Visiting my Sister'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R-brygx0fmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LumHXvslInk/s72-c/DSC01540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5642277118596468162</id><published>2008-03-15T16:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:22.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bumble Bee</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have added to my blog.  I wish I could summarize all of life that has transpired, but I just can't.  The Lord has ministered to my soul and continued to grow me and all of that just can't be captured in words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blessed event that has occured in our family was that our Bassett Pru got a dog of her own for Christmas.  Her name is Betty, though we call her "B".  She was absolutely adorable and we thought that Pru would really like her since they are about the same age and B is an active dog as is Pru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Pru and B have really gotten along well.  B just had no manners when she came to us and had some issues with Eva our cat.  Eva was harrassed at every turn by B and couldn't feel comfortable being in the same room.  Fortunately Brood (Bassett Rescue of Old Dominion) was kind enough to connect us with a trainer.  We have finally gotten where B and Eva can be together mostly.  You can see by the pictures, that Eva and B have even peacefully rested on the same bed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who can't tell the dogs apart, B has more red in her face and Pru has the stripe up her forehead.  The one in the t-shirt is Kenny, but he really isn't a dog, he just plays one (ha, ha).  We are about to take our first big trip with B to Louisiana.  Stand by for more posts in the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wt_1XDLXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_dCo5OV8wts/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178064246247992690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wt_1XDLXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_dCo5OV8wts/s320/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wt51XDLWI/AAAAAAAAAck/NKp5ZqeMkaw/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178064143168777570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wt51XDLWI/AAAAAAAAAck/NKp5ZqeMkaw/s320/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wtz1XDLVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cK-uupiRoSU/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178064040089562450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wtz1XDLVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cK-uupiRoSU/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5642277118596468162?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5642277118596468162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5642277118596468162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5642277118596468162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5642277118596468162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-bumble-bee.html' title='Our Bumble Bee'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/R9wt_1XDLXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_dCo5OV8wts/s72-c/DSC01516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-331514615933847852</id><published>2007-11-26T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:15:23.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and giving</title><content type='html'>When we have truly thankful hearts, giving becomes merely an expression of that inward contentment.  Speaking a thank you is just one way of expressing thanks for all that you have received.  Writing a thank you note or sending a small token of appreciation are additional ways we say thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we give to God our tithes and offerings we are not only recognizing his ultimate ownership of everything, but we are also expressing gratitude to God for the many blessings we receive each and every day.  We cannot out give God, but we can tangibly show him how thankful we are by responding to him with generous hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite verses begins "For God so loved the world he &lt;u&gt;gave&lt;/u&gt;..."  We show our thanksgiving and love for God by returning just a portion of the blessings we have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tell tale character traits of a Christian is that they are generous.  They give not only in thankgsiving and worship to God, but they also recognize that God's blessings are not only for our own indulgence, but to bless others as well.  We Christians are God's agents of blessing all around us.  It shows up in how quickly we respond to needs, how much we tip, how available we are to be a friend.  Our opportunities for giving are limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving for a Christian is a mark of belonging to God.  It is kind of our tattoo; we wear it as our identification with God.  People can see it as we show God's love for them in practical expressions of giving and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say "Thanks" to God today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-331514615933847852?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/331514615933847852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=331514615933847852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/331514615933847852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/331514615933847852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-and-giving.html' title='Thanks and giving'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8374600187269664706</id><published>2007-11-25T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:46:00.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings</title><content type='html'>"Count your blessings, name them one by one. Count your blessings see what God has done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song gives us a wonderful beginning. Can we really count our blessings? Let's see... I have a husband who is essentially healthy, he loves me, he is faithful, he is knowledgeable about fixing things, I have employment, a roof over my head, plenty of clothes, plenty of food, I have my health, I got a good nights rest last night, I am on my way to church this morning, I can worship God freely, I was able to have some study time and prayer time this morning without interruption, I have a dog who loves to play and enjoys being with me, I can type, I can read, I can walk and run, I have enough stuff that I will be giving some away to a local charity just to get it out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go on for days like this. But have you ever stopped to consider all the ways that God has protected you as a blessing? How many crises did you avoid merely because God intervened? Did you miss an auto accident? Could you have tripped and fell? God protects all the day long and we don't even know how many things we have avoided because of his protective love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the greatest blessing of all is that God provided the only way we could come to him in the person of Jesus Christ who even though he was God, came down to earth to reconcile mankind to himself and pay the penalty for our sins. We have no greater blessing and no other hope of salvation apart from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead; count your blessings, name them one by one. It is a great way to build a thankful heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8374600187269664706?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8374600187269664706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8374600187269664706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8374600187269664706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8374600187269664706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-10645274941162902</id><published>2007-11-24T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:36:17.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ideal marriage</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that there are some couples who just seem to be so compatible and so joyously married and others seem to just be bearing through and enduring life together?  I know that every couple has its own challenges, but I am amazed at how God draws two different individuals together in unity and how we respond to one another in love greatly determines the character of our marriage.  Some marriages are more difficult than others just as some people are more difficult than others.  When people have hardened hearts toward God and toward one another there is a limit to how much God can use them as his witnesses to a lost and dying world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure on earth that we will ever see the "ideal" marriage; that is reserved for Christ and his church.  There are some couples who have so allowed Christ to capture their hearts that they can truly act in one accord as Christ has called us to.  They honor and respect the differences of their spouses and seek to reconcile differences quickly before God that in everything God may have the preeminance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one couple I am associated with that exemplifies this model for Christian marriage.  As I have been contemplating Thanksgiving and our need to have hearts full of gratitude, I noticed that this couple has a habit of thankgsiving toward one antoher.  Things that I often take for granted in my own husband, they verbalize thanksgiving for.  The husband often praises his wife behind her back when sharing his week.  His wife thanks him frequently for little kindnesses he displays toward her.  He hands her a book, she looks him in the eye with an expression of love on her face and says "thanks, honey". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged by their example to be more thankful for not just the outstanding acts of kindness shown to me by the people in my life, but also for the smaller acts of kindness that often go un noticed.  As I prepare my heart for this Advent season, I plan to look for those smaller blessings and make a habit of saying "Thank You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God richly bless you as you seek him and as you serve him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-10645274941162902?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/10645274941162902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=10645274941162902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/10645274941162902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/10645274941162902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/ideal-marriage.html' title='The ideal marriage'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2767415161564718059</id><published>2007-11-24T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:53:13.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I had such high hopes for the Thanksgiving holiday.  I had planned to write a short note to the people that are dear to me and tell them how thankful I am for their role in my life and how I have been blessed since God placed them together in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had intended to have an attitude of gratitude throughout the day singing praises to God and worshipping him through the day.  I had planned that this holiday would be one that was truly focused on God's provision for my every need and I would spend the day counting my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I found that getting up at 5:00 am and cooking through the day took most of my focus.  I love to cook and it was a joy to whip up some tasty treats for the great banquet, but I have to say that rather than focusing on God, my mind was on the timer and organizing the next thing to go into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was not the holiday I had made it to be in my plans, but it is not too late to begin those thank you notes.  It is not too late to practice giving thanks not only to God but also to his representatives here.  In giving thanks, I keep those roots of unforgiveness and bitterness at bay and I recognize my dependence on the mercies of others and the provision of God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will practice thanksgiving.  By the way, if you are a reader of this blog; thank you for your interest in reading my thoughts and I pray that there will be something that is an encouragement for your soul.  I thank God for this medium of communication.  We can all be authors and encourage other Christians all around the world through the internet.  If you are a Christian struggling today, keep up the good fight.  These are light and momentary trials we are experiencing and they will be for God's glory in the end and we will see more clearly his hand at work some day in the future.  We don't know what is next, but God is using each experience to grow us for the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a believer and you have come to this blog, I appreciate your patience with me as I share how God has grown me.  I know he has a plan for your life and he may have just drawn you to this blog for the purpose of challenging your thinking about his role in your life.  We are all sinners and we have all fallen short of God's holy standard of righteousness.  We are all alike in our need of God to make a better plan than we can on our own.  Guess what?  He did!  He sent Jesus Christ to pay the penalty for our sins - death.  Jesus invites you to become his.  All you have to do is believe and place your faith in him.  Just one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never prayed a prayer of faith it goes something like this:  You can insert your own words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am a sinner and I have disappointed you over and over.  I am greatly grieved by my failures and I recognize that I am not able to save myself but I need your help.  I acknowledge that Jesus is the only hope for my right standing with you and I accept him as my Savior having paid the penalty for my sins. Please come into my life and give me the Holy Spirit that is given to each of your children that I might live for you.  I look forward to a life lived for you accept Jesus' provision for it.  I pray in the name of Jesus, the only name worthy to come before your throne of grace.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2767415161564718059?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2767415161564718059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2767415161564718059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2767415161564718059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2767415161564718059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-838405741103362835</id><published>2007-11-21T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:04:17.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding Discontentment</title><content type='html'>The Bible teaches us what a right relationship to God really looks like.  Throughout scripture we learn that God has some characteristics that man does not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  God is Sovereign - He is almighty and omnipotent.  Nothing is impossible for him.  Every event that transpires in our lives is known and allowed by Him.  (See Matt 19:26, Luke 18:27, Rev 1:8).  Our lives are completely in his hand whether we recognize it or not.  It is at his will that we continue living and it is at his will that we have health, intellect, emotions and provision for our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We are God's Creation - (Gen 1:27, Eph 2:10, Col 1:16).  Because God created us, we are subject to him.  He is the chief authority in our lives and we have no claims of independence from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  God is holy - Not only is God all powerful, he is Holy, Righteous and Perfect.  Man does not achieve holiness in his own power by his own devices.  Man by nature is sinful.  We think, say and do things that are not honoring to God and often repulsive to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am prone to discontentment from time to time and I have been thinking this week about the different things that impede my thanksgiving and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Coveting and greed:  In coveting and greed we communicate our dissatisfaction with the things God has provided to us.  It is as if we say, God, you haven't treated me fairly and your plan is insufficient for me.  God calls this idolatry  (Eph 5:3-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bitterness and anger: Like coveting and greed, we are prone to be bitter and angry when others have hurt us for some reason.  We are communicating to God that we have not been dealt with in the way we feel is fair and we expect (maybe demand) better treatment than we have received.  The Bible tells us that when we are bitter we are held captive by sin (Acts 8:23) This is the very thing that Jesus came to save us from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Unforgiveness and Malice:  These are often our outward actions when we have allowed bitterness and anger to build in our hearts.  We withhold from others the forgiveness that we freely received from God toward us.  We act as if the offenses of others toward us are greater than any sin we may have committed toward God.  In withholding forgiveness we assume the role of God in relationship to other people and we diminish our own sin before God.  Luke 6:42 cautions us against judging someone else by a different standard than we hold for ourselves.  The Pharisees were noted for such behavior and Jesus reproached them for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Criticism and Sarcasm:  Oh the evil twins.  We are so prone to minimize our sins and maximize the offenses of others.  When we recognize our position before God, we are humbled indeed and can see how we are not the recipients of justice nearly as much as we are the recipients of grace.  Praise God he doesn't give us what we deserve for we all deserve to be in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pride:  Probably the source of all of our frustration with other people and our discontentment is our inner self telling us that we are better than we really are and whispering that we can be independent and make our own way in the world.  What a sad state of affairs, but isn't that what Eve chose when she followed the snakes advice to eat the apple?  She questioned God's authority and relied on her own reason to make her decisions.  When we do the same, the results are just as devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every barrier to contentment has its root in pride and wrong thinking about our merit and God's authority.  We must take captive our thoughts before God if we are to adopt an attitude of gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been trying to apply Philippians 4:8 in my life so that my thinking can be more in line with God's.  Paul tells us: &lt;em&gt;"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, - think about such things."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we realize our relationship to God as his creation completely dependent on Him for our every provision, health, wisdom, material needs our response can be nothing but adoration and thanksgiving for his kindnesses toward us.  God's greatest blessing toward us has been the offer of adoption as his own children through the sacrifice of His son Jesus who paid the penalty for our sins and made the provision for us to be able to approach God the Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving, no matter how hard our circumstances we can bow and give thanks to our Father in Heaven who keeps us in his care and offers us a way of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-838405741103362835?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/838405741103362835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=838405741103362835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/838405741103362835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/838405741103362835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/avoiding-discontentment.html' title='Avoiding Discontentment'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-420855506525986626</id><published>2007-11-17T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:28:48.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Philippians 4:11-12  &lt;em&gt;"For I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.  I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty.  I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks comes hard to us.  God calls us to give thanks in everything.  If you want to know God's will for your life it is spelled out in 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is &lt;u&gt;God's will&lt;/u&gt; for you in Christ Jesus."  Why is it that we are always focused on what we still don't have rather than thanking God for his provision? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul helps us with this matter when he says I have &lt;u&gt;learned&lt;/u&gt; to be content.  He knew that contentment doesn't come naturally to us.  This is something we need to learn.  As we increase our trust in God to provide for our needs, the more we can be thankful even as we are waiting for him to answer our prayers.  We learn that our contentment doesn't come in response to pleasant circumstances, but as a result of a secure relationship as God's child.  We know that our Father in Heaven loves us and he cares for his children.  Even though we may be experiencing trials and opposition here, we can be thankful that we are adopted children of God.  We have the hope of eternal salvation and we can know that God can use any circumstance for our best and for his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was challenged to thank God for those things that money cannot buy.  In following the challenge, I realize that most of the significant things in life are the things that money cannot buy.  Our joy comes not from pleasant circumstances, but from a right relationship with our Heavenly Father who keeps his eye on us and loves to give us wonderful gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as we live, our life is hidden in Jesus Christ and we can revel in our position with him.  When Jesus is our all in all we find that we really don't need anything more and we can be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare my heart this week for the celebration of Thanksgiving, I am counting my blessings.  Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-420855506525986626?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/420855506525986626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=420855506525986626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/420855506525986626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/420855506525986626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1117424028158948675</id><published>2007-11-02T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:22.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuBkf-XDkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/k4NAgMREnns/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128335064749772354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuBkf-XDkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/k4NAgMREnns/s320/Dave+Irwin+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a little wet on our way to the arch, but we still avoided all the dangerous weather on our way home.  What a beautiful rainbow we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuBHf-XDjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/A1p0ul65lTg/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128334566533566002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuBHf-XDjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/A1p0ul65lTg/s320/Dave+Irwin+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuA3_-XDiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4ANI7fdMfzk/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128334300245593634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RyuA3_-XDiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4ANI7fdMfzk/s320/Dave+Irwin+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3968754134316261545</id><published>2007-11-02T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:23.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt_A_-XDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZrUDO-8wZSM/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128332255841160722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt_A_-XDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZrUDO-8wZSM/s320/Dave+Irwin+427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt9af-XDgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6rhDm1m5KCY/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128330494904569346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt9af-XDgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6rhDm1m5KCY/s320/Dave+Irwin+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt9Lf-XDfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IWXs5jYgY2Y/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128330237206531570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt9Lf-XDfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IWXs5jYgY2Y/s320/Dave+Irwin+477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt83f-XDeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AWtKik7bLPE/s1600-h/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128329893609147874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt83f-XDeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AWtKik7bLPE/s320/214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='Colorado'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt_A_-XDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZrUDO-8wZSM/s72-c/Dave+Irwin+427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-9043514572379476094</id><published>2007-11-02T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:24.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arches National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8af-XDdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mDBVW1jHilU/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128329395392941522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8af-XDdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mDBVW1jHilU/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just one gorgeous view after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8Tv-XDcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_I_UBVsF_6o/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128329279428824514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8Tv-XDcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_I_UBVsF_6o/s320/Dave+Irwin+570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8E_-XDbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dM6NTdin2uQ/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128329026025754034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt8E_-XDbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dM6NTdin2uQ/s320/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt7Vv-XDYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LLGFCdBuGWQ/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-9043514572379476094?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9043514572379476094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=9043514572379476094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/9043514572379476094'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5l_-XDXI/AAAAAAAAAas/rRc1paakeb8/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128326294426553714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5l_-XDXI/AAAAAAAAAas/rRc1paakeb8/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of my favorites... at the visitor center they had stamps for your national parks passport... I got a stamp from Smokey the Bear here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5df-XDWI/AAAAAAAAAak/YfSVZKOsw7g/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128326148397665634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5df-XDWI/AAAAAAAAAak/YfSVZKOsw7g/s320/Dave+Irwin+713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5Rf-XDVI/AAAAAAAAAac/hGNUPO8ZSM4/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128325942239235410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5Rf-XDVI/AAAAAAAAAac/hGNUPO8ZSM4/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-6111214725941775223?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6111214725941775223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6111214725941775223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6111214725941775223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6111214725941775223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/red-rock-canyon.html' title='Red Rock Canyon'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt5l_-XDXI/AAAAAAAAAas/rRc1paakeb8/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8812892375389033585</id><published>2007-11-02T15:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:25.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4lv-XDUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/W2oujq2lULE/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128325190619958594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4lv-XDUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/W2oujq2lULE/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The monoliths at Zion National Park seemed designed to show the grandeur and vastness of God's creation and how small man is in comparison.  These are among the largest rocks in the world.  Looking up, you have to extend your neck just to see to the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4f_-XDTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IiMlcROqyDE/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128325091835710770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4f_-XDTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IiMlcROqyDE/s320/Dave+Irwin+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4Rf-XDSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jW1AhX72qNA/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128324842727607586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4Rf-XDSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jW1AhX72qNA/s320/Dave+Irwin+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4EP-XDRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gczCTb7RHc8/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128324615094340882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4EP-XDRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gczCTb7RHc8/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt33_-XDQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UPlGaXiCHXI/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128324404640943362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt33_-XDQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UPlGaXiCHXI/s320/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5113823527022933365-8812892375389033585?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8812892375389033585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8812892375389033585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8812892375389033585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8812892375389033585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/zion-national-park.html' title='Zion National Park'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt4lv-XDUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/W2oujq2lULE/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-155923948159618597</id><published>2007-11-02T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:26.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt3bv-XDPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TglFG83ukII/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128323919309638898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt3bv-XDPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TglFG83ukII/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just one gorgeous view after another.  I think Bryce is even more beautiful than Grand Canyon.  The color is magnificent!  It even snowed while we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt26P-XDNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EurFtruGHWY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128323343784021202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt26P-XDNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EurFtruGHWY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt2qv-XDMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RtDo5lQItTM/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128323077496048834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt2qv-XDMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RtDo5lQItTM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt2g_-XDLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/72Bfxew3XyI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128322909992324274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt2g_-XDLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/72Bfxew3XyI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5113823527022933365-155923948159618597?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/155923948159618597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=155923948159618597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/155923948159618597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/155923948159618597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/bryce-canyon.html' title='Bryce Canyon'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt3bv-XDPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TglFG83ukII/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8935223586758962967</id><published>2007-11-02T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:27.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1yv-XDKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B9Nd9rK-sh8/s1600-h/Dave+Irwin+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128322115423374498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1yv-XDKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B9Nd9rK-sh8/s320/Dave+Irwin+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everywhere you look in Utah it is one beautiful vista after another.  What a wonderful God we have that created such diversity and beauty for our enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1gv-XDJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/q2j2so4IGKM/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128321806185729170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1gv-XDJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/q2j2so4IGKM/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1Zv-XDII/AAAAAAAAAY4/DMb0yN8-i-0/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128321685926644866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1Zv-XDII/AAAAAAAAAY4/DMb0yN8-i-0/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1QP-XDHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/17qB6nRUwRQ/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt0xf-XDFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yV9VT-On6CY/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128320994436910162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt0xf-XDFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yV9VT-On6CY/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt0p_-XDEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/09fLColz4ZI/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-8935223586758962967?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8935223586758962967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8935223586758962967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8935223586758962967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8935223586758962967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/utah-rocks.html' title='Utah Rocks!'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Ryt1yv-XDKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B9Nd9rK-sh8/s72-c/Dave+Irwin+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4984132960787141342</id><published>2007-10-14T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:27.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLl32xvFoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ooKadYWCBX0/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121408474033362562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLl32xvFoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ooKadYWCBX0/s320/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlyGxvFnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LwXd7NlyiGo/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121408375249114738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlyGxvFnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LwXd7NlyiGo/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-4984132960787141342?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4984132960787141342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4984132960787141342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4984132960787141342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4984132960787141342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLl32xvFoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ooKadYWCBX0/s72-c/DSC01255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8871372719089848457</id><published>2007-10-14T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:28.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prong Horns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLln2xvFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBd6pZ4-zqw/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121408199155455586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLln2xvFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBd6pZ4-zqw/s320/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlfmxvFlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/I3d3eZwzUYU/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121408057421534802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlfmxvFlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/I3d3eZwzUYU/s320/DSC01229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-8871372719089848457?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8871372719089848457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8871372719089848457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8871372719089848457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8871372719089848457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/prong-horns.html' title='Prong Horns'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLln2xvFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBd6pZ4-zqw/s72-c/DSC01230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-7974113118762135217</id><published>2007-10-14T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:30.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlPGxvFkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Wwa5A9g3TXk/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121407773953693250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlPGxvFkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Wwa5A9g3TXk/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlE2xvFjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cYUdmwWKlYM/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121407597860034098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlE2xvFjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cYUdmwWKlYM/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLk82xvFiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r36gzP36hQA/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121407460421080610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLk82xvFiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r36gzP36hQA/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkzmxvFhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qDTD6aCpCrw/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121407301507290642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkzmxvFhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qDTD6aCpCrw/s320/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkpmxvFgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IdVMLsJGw6E/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121407129708598786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkpmxvFgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IdVMLsJGw6E/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkg2xvFfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TVpYyiXWxXk/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121406979384743410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkg2xvFfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TVpYyiXWxXk/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkZGxvFeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6GAtGV198aU/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121406846240757218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkZGxvFeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6GAtGV198aU/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-7974113118762135217?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7974113118762135217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=7974113118762135217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7974113118762135217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/7974113118762135217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-canyon.html' title='Grand Canyon'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLlPGxvFkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Wwa5A9g3TXk/s72-c/DSC01259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3525465784357549793</id><published>2007-10-14T23:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:30.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrified Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkLWxvFdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-KLpN2sIIZQ/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121406610017555922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkLWxvFdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-KLpN2sIIZQ/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkCWxvFcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0lK8-WYisxI/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLj3WxvFbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dePXEUNqwt0/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjuGxvFaI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vGZ-ax6at_w/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121406107506382242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjuGxvFaI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vGZ-ax6at_w/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjh2xvFZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dtAYSyluy1A/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121405897052984722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjh2xvFZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dtAYSyluy1A/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5113823527022933365-3525465784357549793?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3525465784357549793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3525465784357549793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3525465784357549793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3525465784357549793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/petrified-forest.html' title='Petrified Forest'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLkLWxvFdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-KLpN2sIIZQ/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1311048665607229106</id><published>2007-10-14T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:31.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjLGxvFYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XS2WloVbFIk/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121405506210960770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjLGxvFYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XS2WloVbFIk/s320/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjCmxvFXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kiJTUOgVLbU/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121405360182072690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjCmxvFXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kiJTUOgVLbU/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLi72xvFWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W3QXKM554_Q/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121405244217955682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLi72xvFWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W3QXKM554_Q/s320/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-1311048665607229106?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1311048665607229106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1311048665607229106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1311048665607229106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1311048665607229106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/painted-desert.html' title='Painted Desert'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLjLGxvFYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XS2WloVbFIk/s72-c/DSC01218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5901467103322869074</id><published>2007-10-14T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:31.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLim2xvFVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EUaSo0ONShA/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121404883440702802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLim2xvFVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EUaSo0ONShA/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLifmxvFUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UkARa2xqIOI/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121404758886651202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLifmxvFUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UkARa2xqIOI/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-5901467103322869074?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5901467103322869074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5901467103322869074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5901467103322869074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5901467103322869074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/road-runner.html' title='Road Runner'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLim2xvFVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EUaSo0ONShA/s72-c/DSC01110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1209213641335758793</id><published>2007-10-14T23:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:32.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Petroglyphs National Monument</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLhImxvFSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IUZs3DdA9ns/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121403264238032162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLhImxvFSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IUZs3DdA9ns/s320/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLhA2xvFRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2HVs4QgwXnA/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121403131094045970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLhA2xvFRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2HVs4QgwXnA/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLg3mxvFQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WmA2N1g8nk8/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121402972180256002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLg3mxvFQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WmA2N1g8nk8/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgwGxvFPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/W0pwUFdWE_w/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121402843331237106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgwGxvFPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/W0pwUFdWE_w/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgpGxvFOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y9ZgGtGz1F8/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121402723072152802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgpGxvFOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y9ZgGtGz1F8/s320/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgd2xvFNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RQCgnZzYPl4/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121402529798624466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgd2xvFNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RQCgnZzYPl4/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-1209213641335758793?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1209213641335758793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1209213641335758793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1209213641335758793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1209213641335758793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/petroglyphs-national-monument.html' title='Petroglyphs National Monument'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLhImxvFSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IUZs3DdA9ns/s72-c/DSC01104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-8035828539557568139</id><published>2007-10-14T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:34.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Town Albuquerque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgHGxvFMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hldQ9An8JE/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121402138956600514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgHGxvFMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hldQ9An8JE/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLf9mxvFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ljoWZJbAAl0/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401975747843250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLf9mxvFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ljoWZJbAAl0/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLf0GxvFKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LgrUZpsa0_0/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401812539085986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLf0GxvFKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LgrUZpsa0_0/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLftGxvFJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7-i9WSAvRHs/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401692280001682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLftGxvFJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7-i9WSAvRHs/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfmWxvFII/AAAAAAAAAUU/2Zud6NroGFc/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401576315884674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfmWxvFII/AAAAAAAAAUU/2Zud6NroGFc/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfcGxvFHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/O6wdWc4eYQA/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401400222225522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfcGxvFHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/O6wdWc4eYQA/s320/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-8035828539557568139?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8035828539557568139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=8035828539557568139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8035828539557568139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/8035828539557568139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-town-albuquerque.html' title='Old Town Albuquerque'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLgHGxvFMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hldQ9An8JE/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2979192810080401180</id><published>2007-10-14T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:34.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Atomic Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfLGxvFGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R31Vtm6xEVU/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121401108164449378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfLGxvFGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R31Vtm6xEVU/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfA2xvFFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VMUcAu6xNOM/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121400932070790226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfA2xvFFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VMUcAu6xNOM/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLe52xvFEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0xzhLVizG3Y/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121400811811705922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLe52xvFEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0xzhLVizG3Y/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2979192810080401180?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2979192810080401180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2979192810080401180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2979192810080401180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2979192810080401180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/national-atomic-museum.html' title='National Atomic Museum'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLfLGxvFGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/R31Vtm6xEVU/s72-c/DSC01022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2109019284011700565</id><published>2007-10-14T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:36.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Pueblo Cultural Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLefmxvFDI/AAAAAAAAATs/KrlL-mWgXXg/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121400360840139826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLefmxvFDI/AAAAAAAAATs/KrlL-mWgXXg/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeX2xvFCI/AAAAAAAAATk/F9-Kmw83wIE/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121400227696153634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeX2xvFCI/AAAAAAAAATk/F9-Kmw83wIE/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeRGxvFBI/AAAAAAAAATc/d5_bdg3AowI/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121400111732036626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeRGxvFBI/AAAAAAAAATc/d5_bdg3AowI/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeGGxvFAI/AAAAAAAAATU/CNQOaZqrcOk/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121399922753475586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLeGGxvFAI/AAAAAAAAATU/CNQOaZqrcOk/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5113823527022933365-2109019284011700565?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2109019284011700565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2109019284011700565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2109019284011700565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2109019284011700565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/indian-pueblo-cultural-center.html' title='Indian Pueblo Cultural Center'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLefmxvFDI/AAAAAAAAATs/KrlL-mWgXXg/s72-c/DSC01017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1388854933900359266</id><published>2007-10-14T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:37.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLc9WxvE9I/AAAAAAAAATE/thsxqYpQoys/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398672917992402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLc9WxvE9I/AAAAAAAAATE/thsxqYpQoys/s320/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLc0WxvE8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/y0nhcOE7-Cs/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398518299169730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLc0WxvE8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/y0nhcOE7-Cs/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcrWxvE7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ay5cZGLvC8Y/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398363680347058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcrWxvE7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ay5cZGLvC8Y/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcXmxvE6I/AAAAAAAAASs/3BukRgqe7mc/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398024377930658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcXmxvE6I/AAAAAAAAASs/3BukRgqe7mc/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcJ2xvE5I/AAAAAAAAASk/cHE18Qfhujk/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121397788154729362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLcJ2xvE5I/AAAAAAAAASk/cHE18Qfhujk/s320/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLb9mxvE4I/AAAAAAAAASc/st4QbWd8Qnk/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121397577701331842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLb9mxvE4I/AAAAAAAAASc/st4QbWd8Qnk/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLbz2xvE3I/AAAAAAAAASU/xo7Sts71x8M/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121397410197607282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLbz2xvE3I/AAAAAAAAASU/xo7Sts71x8M/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLbqGxvE2I/AAAAAAAAASM/huH7VO_QNe8/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121397242693882722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLbqGxvE2I/AAAAAAAAASM/huH7VO_QNe8/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-1388854933900359266?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1388854933900359266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1388854933900359266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1388854933900359266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1388854933900359266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/balloon-fiesta.html' title='Balloon Fiesta'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RxLc9WxvE9I/AAAAAAAAATE/thsxqYpQoys/s72-c/DSC01077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-1283895963311291866</id><published>2007-10-07T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:38.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Morro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbR2xvE1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fNR7mZWedLI/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118793182547481426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbR2xvE1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fNR7mZWedLI/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbM2xvE0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CNLsddJRU70/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118793096648135490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbM2xvE0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CNLsddJRU70/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbG2xvEzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZwosA-SD0TA/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792993568920370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbG2xvEzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZwosA-SD0TA/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbAmxvEyI/AAAAAAAAARs/3Wz-Y7x1BnY/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792886194737954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbAmxvEyI/AAAAAAAAARs/3Wz-Y7x1BnY/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwma52xvExI/AAAAAAAAARk/QRYsRGJWjaY/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792770230620946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwma52xvExI/AAAAAAAAARk/QRYsRGJWjaY/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmavGxvEwI/AAAAAAAAARc/2r0a608V2d8/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792585547027202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmavGxvEwI/AAAAAAAAARc/2r0a608V2d8/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwman2xvEvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uVYDAEHXa6A/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792460992975602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwman2xvEvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uVYDAEHXa6A/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmahmxvEuI/AAAAAAAAARM/zR3HHqsc3n8/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118792353618793186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmahmxvEuI/AAAAAAAAARM/zR3HHqsc3n8/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5113823527022933365-1283895963311291866?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1283895963311291866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=1283895963311291866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1283895963311291866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/1283895963311291866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-morro.html' title='El Morro'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmbR2xvE1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fNR7mZWedLI/s72-c/DSC00859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4624893673467136106</id><published>2007-10-07T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:39.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up the crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmaCWxvEtI/AAAAAAAAARE/X1Rd0eibL-o/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791816747881170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmaCWxvEtI/AAAAAAAAARE/X1Rd0eibL-o/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just happened to be driving by the airport and found these hitch hikers looking for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-4624893673467136106?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4624893673467136106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4624893673467136106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4624893673467136106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4624893673467136106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/picking-up-crew.html' title='Picking up the crew'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmaCWxvEtI/AAAAAAAAARE/X1Rd0eibL-o/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2351572934008195318</id><published>2007-10-07T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:39.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Grants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZvGxvEsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eN8Y3I0d8rc/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791486035399362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZvGxvEsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eN8Y3I0d8rc/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZpmxvErI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A2-RJIJJ7CQ/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791391546118834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZpmxvErI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A2-RJIJJ7CQ/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZjmxvEqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_n0GZIjgfIc/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791288466903714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZjmxvEqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_n0GZIjgfIc/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZd2xvEpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WlhVLaMG21Y/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791189682655890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZd2xvEpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WlhVLaMG21Y/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZZGxvEoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jBu0uIP85gk/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118791108078277250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZZGxvEoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jBu0uIP85gk/s320/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip into Grants New Mexico and participated in their Chili Festival and to tour the Uranium Mine Museum. At the museum we learned that Grants used to be a primary source of the US carrot crop before they discovered uranium and mined that. For me, wanting to see all the capitals of everything, I was happy to learn that Grants is the Uranium Capitol of the World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside the city hall, we saw a wall that was made from lava rock. At the Chili Festival, I ate some of the Indian fry bread. It was a lot like elephant ears but not as sweet. The beans and meat were not spicy at all. The chili that Kenny got was a lot like small meatballs with hot sauce. It was different than what we are familiar with.&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/5113823527022933365-2351572934008195318?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2351572934008195318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2351572934008195318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2351572934008195318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2351572934008195318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/visiting-grants.html' title='Visiting Grants'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmZvGxvEsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eN8Y3I0d8rc/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-3862212126073827891</id><published>2007-10-07T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:40.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuni Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMZ2xvEnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VxEV-eYhZSQ/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118776827312018034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMZ2xvEnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VxEV-eYhZSQ/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rattlesnakes and washboard gravel roads may stand as deterents for many to travel the Zuni Canyon road, but those who are put off by the dangers of the travel will miss out on some incredibly gorgeous vistas. We travelled through about 4 pm and the sun was shining brilliantly on the canyon walls. Pictures just don't do this justice. There was a rattler in the road; when we backed up to take a picture, he took off for the grassy area. I don't think I have ever seen a rattle snake that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washboarding on the gravel road made travel rough and the truck bounced a good bit. I was a little nervous that we would bounce off the pavement, but Kenny was able to keep the truck in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMU2xvEmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pj7PQEeyRzE/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118776741412672098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMU2xvEmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pj7PQEeyRzE/s320/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMPWxvElI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gIsJR-0bUZo/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118776646923391570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMPWxvElI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gIsJR-0bUZo/s320/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fhwa.dot.gov/eihd/zuni.htm"&gt;http://www.fhwa.dot.gov/eihd/zuni.htm&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/5113823527022933365-3862212126073827891?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3862212126073827891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=3862212126073827891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3862212126073827891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/3862212126073827891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/zuni-canyon.html' title='Zuni Canyon'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmMZ2xvEnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VxEV-eYhZSQ/s72-c/DSC00845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2732228624654348014</id><published>2007-10-07T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:40.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmK3mxvEkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_oOiAp5Hrow/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118775139389870658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmK3mxvEkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_oOiAp5Hrow/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmKxWxvEjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2cdnEn0-0vw/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118775032015688242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmKxWxvEjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2cdnEn0-0vw/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmKp2xvEiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AbTH-HpP3tk/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118774903166669346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmKp2xvEiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AbTH-HpP3tk/s320/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While touring about the El Malpais, Kenny and I decided to visit the Ice Caves and Volcano. The hike up the side of the volcano was quite a little stretch. The trail was a bed of volcanic rock and cinders that felt like walking in sand. After a steep walk up the side of the mountain we got to look into the mouth of one of the most recent volcanos in the continental United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we viewed the volcano we walked into a lava tube/cave that remains freezing all year round and has an ice bed over 12 ft thick at its bottom.  Locals had used tunnels like that one for refrigeration prior to having electricity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The site has been owned by the same family for over 100 years and has served as a trading post and then as a tourist attraction.  The volcano is over 7800 ft high and sits virtually directly on the continental divide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-2732228624654348014?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2732228624654348014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2732228624654348014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2732228624654348014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2732228624654348014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmK3mxvEkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_oOiAp5Hrow/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-5805799904095675728</id><published>2007-10-07T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:41.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lava Tubes and Caves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmHwGxvEhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PKcP13aRCzM/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118771712005968402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmHwGxvEhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PKcP13aRCzM/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmHe2xvEgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/soaYZm3HJ78/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118771415653224962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmHe2xvEgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/soaYZm3HJ78/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Malpais is loaded with a group of volcanos that create cinder cones and really cool caves that are created when lava tubes (sometimes up to 17 miles long) collapse.   Lava tubes are created when flows of lava cool on the outside and lava continues on in the interior.  It leaves  a hollow tube with walls several feet thick.  Over time the walls collapse and leave an access point for all kinds of wildlife and vegetation to make their home.  Kenny's dad decided to traverse through some of these caves.  The lava is very sharp and the footing is difficult; I don't know that I would have tried it.&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/5113823527022933365-5805799904095675728?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5805799904095675728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=5805799904095675728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5805799904095675728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/5805799904095675728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/lava-tubes-and-caves.html' title='Lava Tubes and Caves'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwmHwGxvEhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PKcP13aRCzM/s72-c/DSC00837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-6590342907873603718</id><published>2007-10-06T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:42.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Malpais National Monument</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwfuGWxvEfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BIHkPLUFugs/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118321294490669554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwfuGWxvEfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BIHkPLUFugs/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwfuGWxvEfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BIHkPLUFugs/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwft62xvEeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r9dxXHuonx0/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118321096922173922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwft62xvEeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r9dxXHuonx0/s320/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwftq2xvEdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/El9OvM9RXkM/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118320822044266962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwftq2xvEdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/El9OvM9RXkM/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwftZGxvEcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wvr9q9wgp7Q/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118320517101588930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwftZGxvEcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wvr9q9wgp7Q/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwftBmxvEbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DwYm1IXmybE/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romans 1:20 "&lt;em&gt;For since the creation of the world, God's invisible qualities - his eternal power - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Malpais is Spanish for "the badlands". To me it is evidence of God's sovreignty in nature. The beautiful sandstone cliffs and mountain sides combined with volcanic lava tubes and miles and miles of lava beds demonstrate both the harshness and the beauty of this land. The lava as it cools forms caves where the lava tubes have collapsed. Some of the caves actually have ice in them year round even though the outdoor temperatures get quite warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indians inhabited this land before the Spanish settlers, then came the Anglo settlers from the westward expansion. The indians still predominately own this land (apart from the National Park). It is amazing to read of the stories of these hearty people who have learned to live in such dry and barren lands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of this park straddles the Continental Divide. We hiked a couple of trails that took us back and forth across the divide. While this area is truly desert, it is also high in elevation (between 7000 and 9000 ft). It provides for comfortable days even when it is warm in the valleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/elma/"&gt;http://www.nps.gov/elma/&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/5113823527022933365-6590342907873603718?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6590342907873603718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=6590342907873603718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6590342907873603718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/6590342907873603718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-malpais-national-monument.html' title='El Malpais National Monument'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwfuGWxvEfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BIHkPLUFugs/s72-c/DSC00823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-2851509576630858290</id><published>2007-10-06T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:43.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-uWxvEaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/t9Ia2a7qJJs/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269205127303586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-uWxvEaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/t9Ia2a7qJJs/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, we reach our destination... New Mexico.  We just couldn't stop looking side to side as we traveled west to Grant's New Mexico.  The vistas of layered rock and mountains in the distance were beautiful.  This is certainly the land of Enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Grants there are lava beds where there was a volcanic eruption several thousand years ago, I will share more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperatures are wonderful.  In the 80's during the day and very cool at night (in the 30's) great sleeping weather.  It is dry and many of the dirt roads in the area are not passable if it should rain.  It isn't a problem though since they don't receive a lot of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-nGxvEZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Lc55trId0CE/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269080573251986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-nGxvEZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Lc55trId0CE/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-bWxvEYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3tSZwz6ud-s/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118268878709789058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-bWxvEYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3tSZwz6ud-s/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-U2xvEXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ech4WlS0Pgc/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-OWxvEWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uah_MOb4-nA/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118268655371489634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-OWxvEWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uah_MOb4-nA/s320/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5113823527022933365-2851509576630858290?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2851509576630858290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=2851509576630858290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2851509576630858290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/2851509576630858290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-new-mexico.html' title='Welcome to New Mexico'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe-uWxvEaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/t9Ia2a7qJJs/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-4703327135117165302</id><published>2007-10-04T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:43.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac Ranch, Amarillo TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe95mxvEVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Vg3jr8MEMj8/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118268298889204050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe95mxvEVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Vg3jr8MEMj8/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe9wWxvEUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ipD8ucZ7JK8/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118268139975414082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe9wWxvEUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ipD8ucZ7JK8/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who know me well know that I like to visit the unusual and unique. I love the oddities that many tourists never take the time to visit. Often you can learn a lot about a community by the kinds of displays they have. Amarillo is certainly not afraid to show its colorful side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at an RV park down the street from Cadillac Ranch. I couldn't help but stop by and see this phenomenon! This web link tells a little about the place and certainly is going to be added to my web destinations as it reviews all kinds of oddities. Imagine there are others out there like me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/TXAMAcadillac.html"&gt;http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/TXAMAcadillac.html&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/5113823527022933365-4703327135117165302?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4703327135117165302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=4703327135117165302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4703327135117165302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/4703327135117165302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/cadillac-ranch-amarillo-tx.html' title='Cadillac Ranch, Amarillo TX'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/Rwe95mxvEVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Vg3jr8MEMj8/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113823527022933365.post-384097490659517375</id><published>2007-10-03T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:43.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwRTdmxvETI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xyXcwZrpkMo/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117306844690190642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwRTdmxvETI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xyXcwZrpkMo/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the highlights of our trip was an opportunity to visit some dear friends who moved from Virginia to Oklahoma this year. Dwight and Lois Gluck were former members of Grace Bible Church and wonderful mentors to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to share a meal or two together. I feel like we could have just chatted and chatted for a week or more, but our time was limited. Lois is still moving cautiously after her back surgeries, but she was so encouraging and joyful, you would never know she has any physical issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are such models for me of the life a mature Christian should lead. I am so grateful the Lord allowed me to get to know the Glucks. I will have wonderful memories of them and will continue to look to them for their wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113823527022933365-384097490659517375?l=adventuresingrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/feeds/384097490659517375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113823527022933365&amp;postID=384097490659517375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/384097490659517375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113823527022933365/posts/default/384097490659517375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresingrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>growingingrace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/SsZh0BlxHoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c-z1CIv_uvo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9t-3tPsUkU/RwRTdmxvETI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xyXcwZrpkMo/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
