<?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-4958593876408885032</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:12:50.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of a redeemed redhead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7359808212265764061</id><published>2010-03-01T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:31:39.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PART TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is difficult at times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it makes you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and being busy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all that surrounds you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This means you can observe things happening around you &amp;amp; within you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can evaluate your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can examine yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This often is (if we are honest) not a pleasant sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take some time to look &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;activities, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;places &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; to make important in your life;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;observe your attitude &amp;amp; thought life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you cannot do this if you are not still)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7359808212265764061?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7359808212265764061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7359808212265764061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7359808212265764061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7359808212265764061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-two.html' title='PART TWO'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-1699399243655576143</id><published>2010-02-11T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:47:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PART ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, so the verse I've been pondering lately is, "Be still and know that I am God".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't think so many things would be revealed to me/about me through this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to attempt to share some in short sections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"BE STILL" &lt;/div&gt;Now I've heard and read this verse before but I couldn't get past my disdain for being still or as I took it, doing nothing.  I'm the type of person that goes forward &amp;amp; when I hit the wall (hard), then I'll change direction.  Yes, I have had my teeth knock out because of this (once literally-another story) and suffered many bruises.  Now let me say, I don't mean that this isn't the way the Lord answers prayers sometimes because He has guided me often this way.  Yet sometimes it's not the way God leads/reveals His plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But how can I do nothing?  Do nothing, that can't be right!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In learning about verbs, we learn about being verbs (linking/helping verbs).  So 'be' is a verb.  A verb is an action.  (Oh, action-I like that.)  So far I'm alright with the word be, but then the next word, still.  What do I do with that?  Still is one of those words that is an adjective, noun, adverb, conjunction and a verb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a quick story of my youngest:  He has a speech teacher this year that's a bit old-school, in that she requires him to sit &amp;amp; not move during his lesson.  This very difficult for him!!  Once after speech he said he was SO TIRED!  How can you be tired, I asked, you just sat for a 1/2 hour.  Yea, it's hard work being still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, hard work being still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the command, "Be still", there is action involved.  That action is often the hardest; maybe that's why I often avoid it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-1699399243655576143?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1699399243655576143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=1699399243655576143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1699399243655576143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1699399243655576143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-so-verse-i-been-pondering.html' title='PART ONE'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8882595167319349135</id><published>2010-01-10T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:29:45.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8882595167319349135?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8882595167319349135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8882595167319349135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8882595167319349135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8882595167319349135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-terry.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7358170589415321434</id><published>2010-01-08T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:42:15.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God doing?</title><content type='html'>I wrote in a previous post I'm reading the Chronological Bible for my devotions this year. Right now I'm reading through the book of Job. Talk about humbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; are we in a similar spot as Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not talking about all his loses or physical ailments--I'm speaking of not knowing or understanding what God is doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the book it says Satan comes before God &amp;amp; GOD says to consider His servant. (Reminder to the fact that even Satan has to have permission-God is in COMPLETE control at all times--greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world-such reassurance!!!) But my point here is that Job doesn't realize that the situation isn't about Job being punished for sin but to show Satan, Job's wife, friends, and us many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of lessons to learn from this story about the character of God, Satan, giving advice to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt;, being a true friend, how to handle hard times, how not to handle hard times, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is we don't know at all times what God is doing, nor, at times, do we understand why. I find the story of Job to be an encouragement--On the grand scheme of things this life is not about me!!!! It's all about my Heavenly Father--we are after all, HIS creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thankful that God allows us in our frail &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humanness&lt;/span&gt; to ask, question, and just say, "God what are you doing?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7358170589415321434?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7358170589415321434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7358170589415321434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7358170589415321434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7358170589415321434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-god-doing.html' title='What is God doing?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-1832686909663204280</id><published>2010-01-05T19:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:39:05.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so very blessed to have my Dad!  I'm so thankful for all he has taught me about God, life, relationships, work ethics, and so much more.  I'm told I'm like my Dad in looks &amp;amp; action.  (Some of that is good &amp;amp; some not.)  My dad is a quiet man on first meeting &amp;amp; some may be intimidated because of his size.  Kids especially at Christmas, think he's Santa.  He's really a gentle giant, but remember he is/was (in younger days) a redhead.  I don't normally like to stereotype, yet the redhead temper part is true.  I know because I have it too.  Another thing about my father is deep convictions &amp;amp; emotions; passion, is what I like to call it.  Overwhelming passion that cannot always be controlled.  He loves his family &amp;amp; family is very important.  I thought he was a pretty good daddy but I think his role as Pop-Pop is the favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my Dad and appreciate the many hours he worked to provide for the family.  He has a wisdom that when heard is to be treasured.  So Happy Birthday Dad, I love you!  Thanks again for all you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-1832686909663204280?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1832686909663204280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=1832686909663204280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1832686909663204280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1832686909663204280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8540807587294092808</id><published>2010-01-04T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:27:43.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Well, 2010 is here!  Not really sure if I have any BIG goals for this year.  Yes, there is always room to improve &amp;amp; weight to lose.  I have started reading The One Year Chronological Bible for my devotions this year and look forward to going through Scripture a slightly different way.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to deepen my relationship with God by increasing my prayer times &amp;amp; setting aside times of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as being a wife, I hope to fall in love with Terry more each day &amp;amp; know how to express my love to him as an encourager.  Hopefully, we can be alone together more ;)&lt;br /&gt;I strive as a mom to help each child grow to be who the Lord's want them to be &amp;amp; learn through them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  I guess I do have some big goals for 2010.  Only by the grace of God can I even begin to reach towards these.  Hope &amp;amp; pray your 2010 is off to a blessed start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8540807587294092808?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8540807587294092808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8540807587294092808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8540807587294092808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8540807587294092808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-4954587250453723521</id><published>2009-12-08T17:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:12:25.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GARLIC BREATH</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, December 5, our church had its women's luncheon. It was a wonderful time especially since just I got to go! Now don't get me wrong I so enjoying being wife &amp;amp; mother but sometimes you just gotta have time to be WOMAN. I had about a 20 minute ride alone which I listened to the silence for awhile then put on some Christmas music. Everything was perfect from the fireplace, food &amp;amp; decorations to the snow falling gently outside. The women at my table were great and I embraced the time to just talked 'girl-talk'. Of course the food was fabulous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one of the dishes I had had garlic in it. Now I love garlic, but to be honest I didn't think it was that strong...until I arrived home and Terry asked what did you have with garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking that even though what I ate wasn't strong with garlic to me  (but because Terry hadn't had any)-it was strong to him and very overpowering.  Is this what our sin is like to God?  We say this-or-that isn't really that bad, besides so-and-so does much worse.  But as soon as we enter God's presence He knows we had some sin....so even our little bit stinks to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, help me not to stink to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-4954587250453723521?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4954587250453723521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=4954587250453723521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4954587250453723521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4954587250453723521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/garlic-breath.html' title='GARLIC BREATH'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5450985718696683623</id><published>2009-11-25T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:12:03.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We have so much to be thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;What are you most thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5450985718696683623?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5450985718696683623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5450985718696683623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5450985718696683623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-4147022053168761866</id><published>2009-06-23T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:50:17.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SkEHbq57BzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bBjPIqi8JbQ/s1600-h/Jun21_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566004247955250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SkEHbq57BzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bBjPIqi8JbQ/s200/Jun21_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SkEHUjV1ubI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nWtAJnIpnfM/s1600-h/Jun21_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350565881958480306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SkEHUjV1ubI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nWtAJnIpnfM/s200/Jun21_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, Paul is off to camp for the 1st time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do miss him though...&lt;/span&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/4958593876408885032-4147022053168761866?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SkEHbq57BzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bBjPIqi8JbQ/s72-c/Jun21_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6165064541757549579</id><published>2009-06-17T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:47:42.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a shower!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;OK, so I'm cleaning the shower today and I'm trying to get rid of soap scum.  I had this wonderful illustration come to me (thank you Lord!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Soap is a good thing in it's self-right?  We use/need it to clean our bodies-nothing wrong with that, but soap scum is not good on the shower walls.  So we try to get rid of it but scrubbing with water-doesn't work;  hot water &amp;amp; scrub brush-doesn't get it all.  We need to use something stronger-right!?! and the longer it's left unclean the harder it is to remove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kinda like sin in our lives.  The thing may not be sinful in it's self but left on the wrong place or in the wrong place it becomes ugly and gross.  Pretty soon everyone sees it and we can try to clean it up ourselves but we can't-we need something stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Also, if left untreated on a daily basis, we end up back to that nasty place again be it ever so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh Lord, clean me daily and help me not to allow good things take the place you deserve and desire in my life.  Be first and help me 'sparkle' for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6165064541757549579?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6165064541757549579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6165064541757549579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6165064541757549579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6165064541757549579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-shower.html' title='I am a shower!?!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-147431944550122143</id><published>2009-06-15T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:24:52.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts by Dee-Dee</title><content type='html'>This weekend my hubby and I went to a wedding.  Now since we had never met the bride, but have known the groom for many years, I decided to watch the groom.  The bride had kept everything a secret from her beloved and he had no idea what her dress would be like or how her hair would be done, etc.  We saw the groom before the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt; and he was calm , yet ready to get things over with. &lt;br /&gt;He watched his bride's friends come down the isle with smiles and nods-he laughed at his tomboy sister all dress up (she looked beautiful by the way).  When the back doors of the church closed a seriousness came over his face and his eyes ever so focused --waited.  As the organ started playing, "Here comes the Bride", everyone rose and the doors slowly opened the groom's intensity grew.  The second he saw his Bride-his breath was literal taken away and he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inhaled&lt;/span&gt; deeply --as he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhaled&lt;/span&gt; his eyes filled with complete joy (tears too, I think) and the biggest smile spread &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; his face.  He didn't or couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down towards him.  The closer she got the bigger his smile and his eyes filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to see this man behold his woman for the first time that day! &lt;br /&gt;I started thinking how we are the Bride of Christ and He waits to be with us eternally.  Are His eyes filled with joy and love?  Does a smile spread &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; His face?  Am I as the Bride focused on Christ my groom; walking towards Him?&lt;br /&gt;It was a day that filled both my husband and I with many warm feelings of new love and reminders of our vows to each other and to our Lord and Savior...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-147431944550122143?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/147431944550122143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=147431944550122143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/147431944550122143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/147431944550122143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-thoughts-by-dee-dee.html' title='Deep Thoughts by Dee-Dee'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6896653682614540301</id><published>2009-05-29T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:18:17.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY</title><content type='html'>WOW!  I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; this month is just about done!  I'm excited because it means school is finishing in less than a week (give or take) and summer schedule will begin (not sure exactly what that means though...).  I now have 2 children in the double digits as far as age and that is hard for me to swallow.  Now don't get me wrong I'm so glad for a full night sleep and having no car seats and diapers.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; is GREAT and I'm thankful for that.  Yet the struggles now seem to rip at my heart more.  Why?  No longer are the decisions made primarily by me or Terry.  They are coming into their own and realizing how different 'we' as a family and individuals can be.  They are having to stand up for their beliefs and convictions and make right , godly choices.  I have been blessed greatly that they have strong, grounded convictions and they have searched scripture to see and are making the relationship with Jesus their own.  They challenge me with their passion and compassion.  I'm spending more time in tears and prayer over and about them than ever.  I know the Lord has wonderful plans.  I pray for wisdom as we enter the preteen years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6896653682614540301?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6896653682614540301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6896653682614540301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6896653682614540301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6896653682614540301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/may.html' title='MAY'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-2942143510303202375</id><published>2009-05-26T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:56:15.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShvYweo6MuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KUdVgEiI6ms/s1600-h/wedding_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340100110547825378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShvYweo6MuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KUdVgEiI6ms/s200/wedding_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul at Stephen &amp;amp; Abby's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-2942143510303202375?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2942143510303202375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=2942143510303202375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2942143510303202375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShvYA4KaL4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pWtxvIqW41o/s1600-h/paul-10thbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340099292765499266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShvYA4KaL4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pWtxvIqW41o/s200/paul-10thbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul-my 10 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4958593876408885032-1083100012232556599?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1083100012232556599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-2345189173958416856?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2345189173958416856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=2345189173958416856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2345189173958416856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2345189173958416856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8790719008771296582</id><published>2009-05-20T12:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:25:33.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drummer Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShQu4-clBOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pHCrJj600kQ/s1600-h/Timothy+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337943014711297250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShQu4-clBOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pHCrJj600kQ/s200/Timothy+close+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;em&gt;here's a composition assignment by Timothy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My favorite day of the week is Saturday because there is no school. I can watch TV and play in my room. Daddy is home sometimes and I can sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8790719008771296582?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8790719008771296582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8790719008771296582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8790719008771296582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8790719008771296582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-drummer-boy.html' title='Little Drummer Boy'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShQu4-clBOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pHCrJj600kQ/s72-c/Timothy+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6580927942025540480</id><published>2009-05-18T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:28:52.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How blessed am I!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShF9CWqZqlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FQLThlCLkPc/s1600-h/4+generations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184512807381586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShF9CWqZqlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FQLThlCLkPc/s320/4+generations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this picture!   Four generations of Christan Women!!  Talk about God's grace!  What a blessing to be able to look back on a Christian heritage and look forward to leaving a Christian legacy.  I'm humbled and thankful for the lessons learned, molding, and chance to pass on what God has done.  I pray the Lord will continue to use and grow us all.  We have come far, yet have so far to go.  May I never take for granted what the Lord has given me!&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/4958593876408885032-6580927942025540480?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6580927942025540480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6580927942025540480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6580927942025540480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6580927942025540480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-blessed-am-i.html' title='How blessed am I!?!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/ShF9CWqZqlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FQLThlCLkPc/s72-c/4+generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-4524060566433176275</id><published>2009-05-10T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:29:35.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-4524060566433176275?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4524060566433176275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=4524060566433176275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4524060566433176275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4524060566433176275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5428533214814250341</id><published>2009-04-28T11:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:59:56.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>READ MY DOUG LIPS</title><content type='html'>Discovery Days Robot Challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfcqrsXvX7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WEXn01KRZX0/s1600-h/Feb04_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329775614149746610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfcqrsXvX7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WEXn01KRZX0/s320/Feb04_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfcqfqBrZBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pnDr-HqQuEs/s1600-h/Apr25_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329775407361909778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfcqfqBrZBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pnDr-HqQuEs/s320/Apr25_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/Sfcm2MVwzuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wbfw8Ae3jCo/s1600-h/Apr25_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329771396483567330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/Sfcm2MVwzuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wbfw8Ae3jCo/s320/Apr25_011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The name for my Lego Robotics team was the "Robot Rookies". We decided on that name because none of us had ever done this program before. Our robot's name was U.S.S. Buster X. There were 5 others on my team.  We met 2X's a month for 3 hours. At each meeting we had a different challenge to do with the robot from building it to programing it with different kinds of sensors. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This past Saturday we had Discovery Days. The theme was Colonial times. For our Robotic challenge we had to move our robot through the table sized village. We had a welcome basket for the settles of Acornia. They were mud skippers because they lived on land and water.  Our  1st challenge was to have the robot had to put a welcome basket on land and water.  In our basket we had gummy worms (mud skippers eat bug), wet wipes (mud skipper have to stay wet), and a small bottle of water.  We had to program the robot to carry the basket to the water's end and place it down.  Then the robot had to come back to base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  For the second challenge we had to have the robot start at base then go into our cabin (which we designed) and light it up for the settlers using a lamp that was on him.  He then had to turn off the light and return to base.  We added a fun thing by having U.S.S. Buster X say 'good bye' (using a sound sensor) before he left the cabin .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The judge liked our creativity and we did a good job!  We also got pins that will be added to each year we participate in the Lego Robotics Program designed by MIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to show all our hard work off!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5428533214814250341?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5428533214814250341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5428533214814250341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5428533214814250341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5428533214814250341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-my-doug-lips.html' title='READ MY DOUG LIPS'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfcqrsXvX7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WEXn01KRZX0/s72-c/Feb04_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3278624690662759013</id><published>2009-04-25T07:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:43:24.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ROBOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfL3DFfwd2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zo37NNe-R5Q/s1600-h/Feb04_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328592941519763298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfL3DFfwd2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zo37NNe-R5Q/s320/Feb04_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are off the the Community College so Paul can show us his skills wth his robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3278624690662759013?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3278624690662759013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3278624690662759013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3278624690662759013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3278624690662759013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/robots.html' title='ROBOTS'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SfL3DFfwd2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zo37NNe-R5Q/s72-c/Feb04_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3618436193031061125</id><published>2009-04-21T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:55:01.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This email has been sent to me twice and I get such a laugh; so I'd thought I'd share!</title><content type='html'>Lipstick in School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem.  A number of 12-year-old girls werebeginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lip stick, they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.  Every night the maintenance man would remove them, and the next day thegirls would put them back.  Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man..She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can justimagine the yawns from the little princesses).To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required..He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;There are teachers ... and then there are educators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3618436193031061125?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3618436193031061125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3618436193031061125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3618436193031061125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3618436193031061125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-email-has-been-sent-to-me-twice.html' title='This email has been sent to me twice and I get such a laugh; so I&apos;d thought I&apos;d share!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7317473154131885952</id><published>2009-04-14T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:45:44.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeSvmp-5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Wr3mdYWJso/s1600-h/Apr14_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324573738098302514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeSvmp-5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Wr3mdYWJso/s320/Apr14_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4958593876408885032-7317473154131885952?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7317473154131885952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7317473154131885952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7317473154131885952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7317473154131885952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeSvmp-5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Wr3mdYWJso/s72-c/Apr14_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8321328214293148504</id><published>2009-04-13T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:19:33.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIRTHDAY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeQAdAOyKzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Pi-EqMlPXjg/s1600-h/Apr11_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324381157736983346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeQAdAOyKzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Pi-EqMlPXjg/s200/Apr11_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can not believe my girlie is 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeP_mcIbEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bJg4HfrkDkY/s1600-h/Apr11_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8321328214293148504?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8321328214293148504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8321328214293148504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8321328214293148504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8321328214293148504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-girl.html' title='THE BIRTHDAY GIRL!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SeQAdAOyKzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Pi-EqMlPXjg/s72-c/Apr11_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6369765958739130887</id><published>2009-04-12T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:13:59.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HE HAS RISEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HE HAS RISEN INDEED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6369765958739130887?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6369765958739130887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6369765958739130887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6369765958739130887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6369765958739130887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-has-risen-he-has-risen-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-1885176974845511113</id><published>2009-04-10T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:56:53.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul and his 1st fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/Sd9PnwbXB2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/68fMB-zu9UQ/s1600-h/Apr10_002%5B1%5D_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323060829008365410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/Sd9PnwbXB2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/68fMB-zu9UQ/s320/Apr10_002%5B1%5D_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Paul eats so much I've often said he'd have to get his own food--This is a good start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-1885176974845511113?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1885176974845511113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=1885176974845511113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1885176974845511113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1885176974845511113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/paul-and-his-1st-fish.html' title='Paul and his 1st fish!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/Sd9PnwbXB2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/68fMB-zu9UQ/s72-c/Apr10_002%5B1%5D_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7402389561100095977</id><published>2009-04-02T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:34:29.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sit and be embraced</title><content type='html'>My youngest ran up to me last night and hugged me.  The kind of hug that about knocks you over and then he clung to me.  I asked what's wrong.  "Nothing" but his grip didn't loosen.  I asked, "Is everything OK?".  "Yea", he replied, "can't I just hug you!"  OK, so I started talking with him and asking him about things.  He got annoyed and answered me back rather rudely.  I corrected his tone to which he asked, "CAN'T I JUST HUG YOU?-don't talk to me!"  I hugged that child tightly for awhile then he pulled away and was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This got me thinking-Timothy just needed a huge embrace and was content to come to me and receive it.  That's what he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt;/wanted at the time; for me to quiet myself and just hold him tightly.  I'm so glad the Lord knows our needs and we can go to Him and be embraced.  We can enter His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; and just be HUGGED.  We don't have to know what to say or really even need a reason-we just need to be willing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you feel a hug from your Heavenly Father today no matter why you need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7402389561100095977?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7402389561100095977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7402389561100095977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7402389561100095977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7402389561100095977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-sit-and-be-embraced.html' title='Just sit and be embraced'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5521974460436046903</id><published>2009-03-31T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:01:15.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so thankful that God created us with a sense of humor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Lord for all the wonderful things you made for our enjoyment.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May I be filled with joy and laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you get anyone with a joke today or did anyone get you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5521974460436046903?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5521974460436046903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5521974460436046903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5521974460436046903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5521974460436046903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-1st.html' title='APRIL 1st'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-1865050832964818093</id><published>2009-03-27T08:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:38:48.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Verse of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Show me the right path, O LORD;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;point out the road for me to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lead me by your truth and teach me,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;for you are the God who saves me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All day long I put my hope in you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psalm 25:4–5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-1865050832964818093?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1865050832964818093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=1865050832964818093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1865050832964818093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1865050832964818093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/verse-of-day.html' title='Verse of the day'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3168008851820963988</id><published>2009-03-26T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:01:35.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Flood Light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Psalm 119:105  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I don't want a lamp -I want a flood light; that way I can see way in front of me to the future.  This is where I'm struggling now-I know, God will take care of us-He promises in His Word (and I've seen it in the past).  Still my forgetful, weak heart goes right back to that point of worry and doubt.  The Lord has been so gracious to us and provides us with new mercy everyday-and I go and stress about what's happening tomorrow.  Instead I need to thank Him for how he is providing for this day.  He has given me and my family so much and used others to bless us in wonderful ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lord, take my heart and fill it with your peace.  Thank you for taking care of  me. my hubby, and kids.  Thank you for using others to help us out.  May I see and be thankful for ALL you do each day.  I can not change tomorrow, you are in control, and I know your ways are better and higher than mine.  Make these truths real in my life and help me live them each moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love you...amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3168008851820963988?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3168008851820963988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3168008851820963988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3168008851820963988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3168008851820963988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-flood-light.html' title='I Want A Flood Light!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7832678048723830523</id><published>2009-03-18T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:33:42.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I filled with?</title><content type='html'>I've heard it said you can tell what a person is filled with by when they are bumped-what spills out.  This week I've been bumped around a bit and what has spilt wasn't always pretty.  I pray that the anger, frustration, and worry is gone and that space is filled with peace, love, understanding , and wisdom.  I know this can only come from the Lord.  I need to seek His love, grace, wisdom and peace.  I know He is in control and cares so much about me and my family.  The fact that He loves me more than I know is an awesome truth.  His ways are far higher and better than anything I can even begin to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;Pray I can remember this on a daily level.  Pray when I'm bumped, the Lord spills out of me and covers those around me.  Pray that I can be used and let God use others through this situation.  Oh, and please pray for the Lord's will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7832678048723830523?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7832678048723830523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7832678048723830523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7832678048723830523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7832678048723830523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-am-i-filled-with.html' title='What am I filled with?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-517639922618111325</id><published>2009-03-17T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:44:18.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-517639922618111325?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/517639922618111325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=517639922618111325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/517639922618111325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/517639922618111325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7936986022292927225</id><published>2009-03-11T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:14:08.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I've learned from Autumn.</title><content type='html'>AUTUMN&lt;br /&gt;Not the season, but my dog.  She is a Jack Russell Terrier.  Yes, one of those crazy, high energy, jump and run around little dogs! &lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason she has become very cautious of walking through the kitchen especially from the family room into the front hall.  This occurs in the mornings or at night.  The only thing Terry and I can figure is the shadows bother her.  She also doesn't do well with new things or things out of place.  She refused to enter the kitchen the other day because there was a Tupperware cake carrier on the island-not mine.  She growled and cowarded in the doorway until we showed her what it was.  If an empty cardboard box is laying around (any size) she will destroy it.  If the laundry basket is sitting in the family room she will approach with caution-anything out of place is cause for concern for her.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how living in a house with 3 kids and 2 owners who are not neat this poor dog survives!&lt;br /&gt;Other strange things this dog does is eat wood, well anything hard and crunchy.  She will hunt and attack any bug or spider stupid enough to get in her view and prance proudly around with her kill before eating it.  Except stink bugs-she refuses to eat them instead they're dropped at your feet. &lt;br /&gt;If anyone has ever owned a Jack, they already know about the sudden and sporadic explosions of energy.  She will without warning tear around the house at full speed.  Another Jack trait is the jumping--I mean high jumping from a standing position-this causes many Jack to get into trouble because they wind up on top of counters-fortunately Autumn doesn't get on the counter tops.  Yes, she also loves to tunnel which means any small space she'll hide in-even her cage is really too small-she won't go in the bigger one-we tried.  She spends most her days in her cage with a towel over her-sometimes I have to check and make sure she's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about being in the cage-she can get out whenever she chooses.  She has learned how to open it at will.  Thankfully she does behave herself!  One other thing she loves is to play in water-so much in fact that where we lived before she figured out how to turn the bathtub on-I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt; When we first brought her home she was tiny and only about 6 lbs--she loved to crawl on my shoulder and hide in my hair.  Now that she is too big to do that-she'll still try once it awhile-she sits on my lap at the end of day.  That's probably my favorite thing she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learned about life from her?&lt;br /&gt;First, it's OK to be cautious when going from one thing to the next.&lt;br /&gt;Second, try to keep things in their places-it will cause less stress for all.&lt;br /&gt;Third, if things get out of place be careful-check out what it is and destroy those things that don't need to be there.  If you can't finish the job yourself drop it at the feet of someone who can.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, when the urge hits you-have fun and jump around-just stay out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, be content in small spaces and enjoy being alone once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, just because you can do something-doesn't mean you should!&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, love those around you and let them love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7936986022292927225?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7936986022292927225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7936986022292927225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7936986022292927225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7936986022292927225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-things-ive-learned-from-autumn.html' title='A few things I&apos;ve learned from Autumn.'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8002885773695021501</id><published>2009-03-09T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:15:54.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS WILL BE SHORT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I MISS THAT HOUR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8002885773695021501?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8002885773695021501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8002885773695021501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8002885773695021501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8002885773695021501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-will-be-short.html' title='THIS WILL BE SHORT:'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3225663897791674800</id><published>2009-03-05T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:00:06.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READ MY DOUG LIPS:  Paul's tribute to Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cat used a bat in baseball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He scored the most points with his joints.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cat carried the bat in a hat and sat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the cat would do is chat about the bat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day he got to prideful and his bat was gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he thought when he bought the bat; it had a picture of a black bat that sat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then something fell on his head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He turned red; it was his bat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He went to the championship so he would not be the one to blame for not coming to the game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The inning was the last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fans were having a blast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was losing with his team;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were about to scream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hit a home run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They celebrated in the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3225663897791674800?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3225663897791674800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3225663897791674800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3225663897791674800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3225663897791674800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-my-doug-lips-pauls-tribute-to-dr.html' title='READ MY DOUG LIPS:  Paul&apos;s tribute to Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-9168399352173230805</id><published>2009-03-03T08:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:15:20.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well March sure came in like a lion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I've been wanting a good snow storm all winter; I'm just sorry it was so late in the season.  I know Spring officially begins on the 20th-that's only 17 days!  Looking out my window and bundling up to go outside it seems like we have a long 2 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-9168399352173230805?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9168399352173230805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=9168399352173230805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/9168399352173230805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/9168399352173230805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3755415676016242157</id><published>2009-02-26T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:17:36.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your Bible look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted to look up something in the Bible real quick; so I asked Sara for hers since I was too lazy to run downstairs to get mine.  I was shocked at how worn it was.  I started to question her, "What happened?, Why is your Bible in such bad shape?, Don't you take care of it?, Aunt T and Uncle Dave gave that to you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Yes Mommy, I take good care of it but I use it everyday!", she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As I turned to the passage I wanted to look up, the word-EVERYDAY-echoed in my head.  I saw pages dog-eared, bookmarks in other passages, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;highlighted&lt;/span&gt; verses, notes from sermons, personal notes on journal pages, and her own thoughts written in the margins throughout the whole book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Needless to say-I was convicted.  My almost 11 year old knew what I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; forget--The Bible-God's Word-needs to be entered into everyday and interacted with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I really don't think Aunt T and Uncle Dave will mind that she 'USES' the gift they gave her about 3 years ago and uses it 'hard'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3755415676016242157?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3755415676016242157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3755415676016242157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3755415676016242157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3755415676016242157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-does-your-bible-look-like.html' title='What does your Bible look like?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3376612843563892317</id><published>2009-02-24T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:40:29.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Congrats to Paul on his Judo promotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PA States will be his next fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3376612843563892317?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3376612843563892317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3376612843563892317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3376612843563892317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3376612843563892317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/congrats-to-paul-on-his-judo-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6946563891716262390</id><published>2009-02-16T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:23:44.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could change one thing...</title><content type='html'>If I could change one thing about myself  I think it would be that I wouldn't need so much sleep.  I have friends that require only a few hours of sleep each night and seem to have energy to spare.  I on the other hand NEED 8 hours or more of shut eye and it has to be uninterrupted.  Even in college when sleep patterns are determined by class assignments I had to get my sleep in-granted that meant sleeping Saturday away or the afternoon but I still needed that sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Just think of all the extra things I could get done if I didn't need sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook gourmet meals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my taxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all emails, inboxes, phone calls and letters answered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drive to all those places that I say it's just to far to drive there and back in 1 day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write my book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn a new skill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish all those projects...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, I be able to get so much done--but that's not the case for me and that list is making think-I WANT A NAP!  Just kidding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would you like to change about yourself and why?  Have some fun with your answer then thank the Lord for making you-you and pray He'll give you the strength to be that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6946563891716262390?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6946563891716262390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6946563891716262390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6946563891716262390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6946563891716262390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-change-one-thing.html' title='If I could change one thing...'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8653902147700482064</id><published>2009-02-09T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:57:08.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile-huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello everyone!  I know it's been awhile since I posted last.  Lots of stuff going on that has been given my time.  As Valentine's Day comes near everyone is thinking about love and cut out hearts.  Terry and I may be weird (OK, I know we're weird) but we actually celebrate Ground hog's Day with a bit more excitement.  Terry said, since I've known him -he doesn't like to be told when to be romantic and I'm not a touchy-feeling, loving-dovey person--plus the fact that all roses, candy and card prices are raised during this time--I'm fine with it.  So, we have tradition that every Ground hog's Day we watch the movie and someday actually hope to the whole Groundhog festivities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But since everyone else is in pink and red and speaking about love, I thought I'd better too.  You'll notice I added a song to the blog; Warren Barfield's "Love Is Not A Fight" featured in the movie, "Fireproof".   I heard this song a ways back and began to cry-knowing that marriages are rough and tough and take energy and work it really struck me!  Then this past week Terry and I rented the movie and it was an encouragement to us (if your married it's worth seeing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Satan has really attacked marriages and sometimes I feel he is winning the battle.  Divorce rates soar among Christians and loveless marriages are everywhere!  I'm not judging couples but want to encourage and offer hope to you if married--Take sometime and see what the Bible has to say about marriage and why God even created it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will ALWAYS be humbled in our lives if we compare ourselves to God and His standards.  If you are not married--look at what the Bible says about love--look at Jesus' love .  WOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have so very, very far to go...I'm not a natural lover-you know one who loves everyone and feels love about everything...God has done great work in my heart and continues to challenge me to love others--Starting with Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you know God's love for you and what it costs Him to give it to you; may you show God's love to those around you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8653902147700482064?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8653902147700482064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8653902147700482064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8653902147700482064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8653902147700482064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-awhile-huh.html' title='Been awhile-huh?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6043698237218734907</id><published>2009-02-02T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:57:56.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Happy Groundhog Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6043698237218734907?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6043698237218734907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6043698237218734907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6043698237218734907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6043698237218734907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-groundhog-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-221288163182449778</id><published>2009-01-30T12:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:01:16.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM7k47MDjI/AAAAAAAAADw/HSWzCRhFre0/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297143091659804210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM7k47MDjI/AAAAAAAAADw/HSWzCRhFre0/s320/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;white letters-OPTICAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colored letters-ILLUSION &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM7Pyi99AI/AAAAAAAAADo/RUch5lVjo3Y/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142729170351106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM7Pyi99AI/AAAAAAAAADo/RUch5lVjo3Y/s320/image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You or Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM640opIMI/AAAAAAAAADg/GMtOKTEkR9o/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142334594031810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM640opIMI/AAAAAAAAADg/GMtOKTEkR9o/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Eskimo entering a cave or a Native American head ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM6jdA3A-I/AAAAAAAAADY/FpNtGDuAj9Q/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297141967475901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM6jdA3A-I/AAAAAAAAADY/FpNtGDuAj9Q/s320/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black letters-GOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;White letters-EVIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM6P18C1TI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sGRWC4m2qGU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297141630569207090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM6P18C1TI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sGRWC4m2qGU/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see a man with a saxphone or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM58eUZ0LI/AAAAAAAAADI/QWHWckVXzu8/s1600-h/illus3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297141297811411122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM58eUZ0LI/AAAAAAAAADI/QWHWckVXzu8/s320/illus3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see a face or the word Liar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really enjoy optical illusions-I am fasinated by them. That is part of why my profile picture is what it is (teach/learn). I was looking at some on the web last night, with my husband, and found it funny the different things that we saw first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As we were laughing, it struck me how often in life it's the same. We look quickly at a situation or person and see one thing; but second glance shows it completely different. Reminds me, "Two sides to every story" and "Don't judge a book by its cover".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May you take the time to see the whole picture and look closer at people to see their 'hidden' side. Who knows , you may be surprised at the things you once missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4958593876408885032-221288163182449778?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/221288163182449778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=221288163182449778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/221288163182449778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/221288163182449778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SYM7k47MDjI/AAAAAAAAADw/HSWzCRhFre0/s72-c/image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3434994176052688182</id><published>2009-01-25T15:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:58:50.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY RANDOM THOUGHTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, other bloggers do the random thoughts on their blogs so here are the first 10 thoughts that pop into my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My weekend was full of friends and family-good food and fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul took 1st in his Judo tournament-and had his first win by a throw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really wish my siblings lived closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My husband doesn't get enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My kids are getting tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe God still has lots of work to do on/with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My hands are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to spend more time on my knees in prayer for those the Lord placed in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had huge glasses in high school (thanks Serena for posting on face book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder how Jesus would use technology if he walked the earth today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, what are your first 10 random rambles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Care to Share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3434994176052688182?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3434994176052688182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3434994176052688182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3434994176052688182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3434994176052688182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-random-thoughts.html' title='REALLY RANDOM THOUGHTS:'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7517520335384690938</id><published>2009-01-22T10:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:32:22.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY IS SPECIAL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today is special in our house today because Terry and my first date happen this day-14 years ago! Yes, we are still dating (only each other) just not as much as we'd like. Funny, how easy LIFE gets in the way of spending that one-on-one time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As Terry and I look back on our 1st date we laughed at the memories, reflected on what we've been through, and prayerfully look forward to our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7517520335384690938?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7517520335384690938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7517520335384690938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7517520335384690938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7517520335384690938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-special.html' title='TODAY IS SPECIAL...'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-1375664592707334685</id><published>2009-01-20T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:36:29.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you waiting for?</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big political follower (my cousin has a blog about that-if interested let me know). Yet this election had so many groundbreaking firsts-it was very interesting to keep up with. I have friends with strong views for/against/about the new president. My husband even joked yesterday, "Tomorrow everything will be alright because we'll have a new president!". This morning the kids and I plan to watch the ceremony and they have been excited about the newness of all this (this is the 1st year they have been old enough to understand and follow the whole political process of electing government, especially a president). "What day?", "What time?", "What station?"...I have done the best I can (like I said-not big into politics) to ready them to watch, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Yet as I was getting a shower this morning (deep thoughts often happen there), I began to think--What have I done to prepare and excite them to watch and wait for the return of Jesus. Have I been as purposeful and as intentional with those lessons? Do I ask- What day?, What time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, may I live my life that others may see and know Who I am waiting for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-1375664592707334685?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1375664592707334685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=1375664592707334685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1375664592707334685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/1375664592707334685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-you-waiting-for.html' title='What are you waiting for?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3579826971330851606</id><published>2009-01-19T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:43:56.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRINCESS HAS SPOKEN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A song called "The Hiding Place" inspired me to write this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HIDING PLACES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I believe everyone has some kind of hiding place.  Your hiding place is a secret place because it is where you can be yourself.  No matter where it is -that place is special.  No matter if someone is lurking around it -knowing your there.  It is still YOUR hiding place.  A hiding place should be where you can relax, read, write, pray, or even talk on the phone.  Best of all, God will always be at your hiding place; so you can talk laugh or cry.  God also wants us to come to His hiding place--HIS OPEN ARMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3579826971330851606?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3579826971330851606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3579826971330851606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3579826971330851606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3579826971330851606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/princess-has-spoken.html' title='THE PRINCESS HAS SPOKEN:'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5033043730549417904</id><published>2009-01-16T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:28:29.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really love this picture (of the boys). I know it's over 2 years old. Yet, I find something cool in it--the bond of brothers. Since Terry and I were married there has been a 'tradition' at our Thanksgiving gathering for the boys to play football. The very first one-Dad even joined and 2 boys from the apartment complex we lived in. The 1st boy's name was Min and the 2nd-Min. So the Thanksgiving game has been forever named The Min and Min Classic. Yes, this year they played again and I watched and laughed as my husband, brother, and brother-in-law, &amp;amp; boys had a blast running up and down the field at my parents house. I'm not sure who won this year but I know one thing -- the bond of brothers is tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5033043730549417904?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5033043730549417904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5033043730549417904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5033043730549417904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5033043730549417904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-love-this-picture-above.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8828984185300241070</id><published>2009-01-13T17:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:18:46.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superbowl  Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZJxdm025NXUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="110" alt="Eagles" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_317.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vs. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZJxdm025NXUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="110" alt="Steelers" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_332.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The PA Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and the Eagles win!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb095_ZJxdm025NXUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7923" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb095&amp;amp;pp=ZJxdm025NXUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8828984185300241070?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8828984185300241070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8828984185300241070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8828984185300241070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8828984185300241070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-superbowl-dream.html' title='My Superbowl  Dream'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6706585984170381065</id><published>2009-01-12T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:53:22.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraged by FACEBOOK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can one be encouraged by Facebook?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must say--YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been on facebook for a very short time and been able to see what some high school &amp;amp; college friends  have been up to.  We so often hear about the horrible direction people, couples, families &amp;amp; churches are going (I agree they are).  Yet, my heart has been so uplifted by the work God is doing in so many of my facebook friends.  God 's not dead--HE IS ALIVE!!! and working in, through &amp;amp; around many lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you to my facebook friends for your encouragement by serving the Lord with your lives.  May He bless the churches, families, and places you touch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6706585984170381065?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6706585984170381065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6706585984170381065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6706585984170381065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6706585984170381065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/encouraged-by-facebook.html' title='Encouraged by FACEBOOK?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-2193621487910686309</id><published>2009-01-12T11:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:03:23.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;OK-Our list of things we are sick of (we had a complaining morning)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;No snow during winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Monday mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Having to repeat myself everyday-"Stop being silly!", "Do your jobs!", "Did you finish your school work?", "Get a tissue!", "Stop dancing!", "Sit right on your chair!", etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Cleaning the bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Getting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Not enough time, energy, or money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Weekend only being 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sharing a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;We had a few laughs putting this 'edited' list together and realized we have it pretty good! The Lord has truly blessed the Parrish Palace far above what we lack and His grace is sufficient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Some things we are grateful for... (this list actually came easier and is in no order!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Christian family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Judo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Eagles winning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Steelers winning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;answered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;food--(chocolate!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;eternal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;toys and stuffed animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;hard working husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;spiritually growing kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;It's good to look at our blessings-it sure turned our attitudes around today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-2193621487910686309?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2193621487910686309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=2193621487910686309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2193621487910686309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2193621487910686309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-of-day.html' title='Sick Of Day'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8718129840611655305</id><published>2009-01-09T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:58:13.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the love of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks for helping me become the woman God wants me to be and being a godly, amazing, and wonderful man, husband and father. Hope you have a nice relaxing day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sara, Paul, &amp;amp; Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8718129840611655305?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8718129840611655305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8718129840611655305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8718129840611655305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8718129840611655305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-love-of-my-life.html' title='A day early'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5438479268180417348</id><published>2009-01-09T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:48:36.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute email I got today.  Read and enjoy!</title><content type='html'>THE CHRISTMAS PAGEANT&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.&lt;br /&gt;The next year God blessed us with another son.&lt;br /&gt;The following year, He blessed us with yet another son.&lt;br /&gt;The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty.&lt;br /&gt;We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it; As a minister once told me,&lt;br /&gt;"If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs.&lt;br /&gt;I was off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching&lt;br /&gt;for baby chicks.  I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.&lt;br /&gt;While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother -&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even come close...&lt;br /&gt;I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too.&lt;br /&gt;Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his "last wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was playing Mary,&lt;br /&gt;two of my sons were shepherds&lt;br /&gt;and my youngest son was a wise man.&lt;br /&gt;This was their moment to shine.&lt;br /&gt;My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line,&lt;br /&gt;"We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes."&lt;br /&gt;But he was nervous and said,&lt;br /&gt;"The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."&lt;br /&gt;My four-year-old "Mary" said,&lt;br /&gt;"That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes."&lt;br /&gt;A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel,&lt;br /&gt;who bent her halo and lost her left wing.&lt;br /&gt;I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;and it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama-mama."&lt;br /&gt;Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived.&lt;br /&gt;My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger&lt;br /&gt;and announced, "We are the three wise men,&lt;br /&gt;and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."&lt;br /&gt;The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;"I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one," laughed the pastor,&lt;br /&gt;wiping tears from his eyes "For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without&lt;br /&gt;thinking of gold, common sense and fur."&lt;br /&gt;"My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing,"&lt;br /&gt;I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had no servants,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Master.&lt;br /&gt;Had no degree,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Teacher ..&lt;br /&gt;Had no medicines,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Healer.&lt;br /&gt;Had no army,&lt;br /&gt;yet kings feared Him.&lt;br /&gt;He won no military battles,&lt;br /&gt;yet He conquered the world.&lt;br /&gt;He committed no crime,&lt;br /&gt;yet they crucified Him.&lt;br /&gt;He was buried in a tomb,&lt;br /&gt;yet He lives today.&lt;br /&gt;Feel honored&lt;br /&gt;to serve such a Leader&lt;br /&gt;who loves us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5438479268180417348?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5438479268180417348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5438479268180417348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5438479268180417348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5438479268180417348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-email-i-got-today-read-and-enjoy.html' title='A cute email I got today.  Read and enjoy!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-4157827820811514736</id><published>2009-01-08T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:47:15.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I kicked butt on the Revelation Bible quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wouldn't it be AWESOME if this year was the return of the Lord!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I'm ready--Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-4157827820811514736?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4157827820811514736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=4157827820811514736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4157827820811514736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4157827820811514736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-kicked-butt-on-revelation-bible-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-4344565956472866568</id><published>2009-01-08T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:48:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like to shop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/grandmasattic3_W0QQssPageNameZl2QQtZkm"&gt;http://stores.ebay.com/grandmasattic3_W0QQssPageNameZl2QQtZkm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is my Sister-in-law's ebay store. Check it out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-4344565956472866568?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4344565956472866568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=4344565956472866568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4344565956472866568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/4344565956472866568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sister-in-laws-ebay-store.html' title='Like to shop?'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-3534374654793836945</id><published>2009-01-08T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:48:29.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Devos for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 Chronicles 22:6-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David keenly wanted to build a magnificent Temple for God. But God would only let him go as far as making the preparations. Even the greats of the Bible had to live with unfulfilled dreams, often as a consequence of their own actions. (Moses never got to enter the Promised Land because of one act of anger.) In this world, we do not always get our longings fulfilled. We must, like David, be content with what we are given to do (in his case, make the preparations for his son to carry out). What dreams must you surrender to the Lord? —Diane Eble, author of Abundant Gifts: A Daybook of Grace-Filled Devotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-3534374654793836945?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3534374654793836945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=3534374654793836945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3534374654793836945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/3534374654793836945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-devos-for-day.html' title='My Devos for the day'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-7858622271798509469</id><published>2009-01-06T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:38:58.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love, Kristel Anne and Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY POP-POP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love, Sara, Paul, &amp;amp; Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-7858622271798509469?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7858622271798509469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=7858622271798509469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7858622271798509469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/7858622271798509469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-daddy-love-kristel-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5079385094716291153</id><published>2009-01-06T11:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:31:01.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee-Dee's 'deep' thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess the whole New Year thing has me thinking about my life--the way things turned out different than &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had planned and the way things are better because God took control.  The question of who I am is a daily changing one because I have so far to go to be who the Lord wants me to be.  I'm so thankful God doesn't change and constantly loves, forgives, disciplines, and kicks my butt (encourages me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Often in defining ourselves we list our roles--it seems to be the easiest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; I am a daughter, sister, aunt, sister-in-law, cousin, friend, wife, mother, church member, teacher, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am a worshipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am and will be for all eternity a worshipper of my Creator God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Also, I'm a student, learning more about Him, His word, and His plan for me each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because I am a child of the King my roles mean so much more and must have an enternal view.  I need to go through each day with purpose knowing who I am is from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Does that scare me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, but along with that responsibility comes a tremendous peace.  You know what I mean, that peace that comes from being in the center of the Lord's will.  Taking each step with Him to fulfill those roles that often define who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess in this rambling my deep thought is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In all I do and am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I must be centered in the Lord's will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to be who He wants me to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Along with that comes peace, strength, growth, and wisdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to fulfill the daily challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5079385094716291153?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5079385094716291153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5079385094716291153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5079385094716291153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5079385094716291153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/dee-dees-deep-thoughts.html' title='Dee-Dee&apos;s &apos;deep&apos; thoughts'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-2420349126780358641</id><published>2009-01-05T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:47:57.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"THE PRINCESS HAS SPOKEN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sara's New Year's Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Become a better dancer&lt;br /&gt;--Have more patience&lt;br /&gt;--Strength to witness and do what God wants me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"READ MY DOUG-LIPS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul's New Year's Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Be more flexible for Judo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Have better cursive handwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Read the Bible everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"LITTLE DRUMMER BOY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Timothy's New Year's Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Be better at piano and drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Be a better reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Pray more for people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"DEEP THOUGHTS BY DEE-DEE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My New Year's Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Strive to be who the Lord wants me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Take better care of myself (diet/exercise/amout of sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;--Finish unpacking and make the house a HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-2420349126780358641?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2420349126780358641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=2420349126780358641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2420349126780358641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/2420349126780358641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-goals.html' title='New Year&apos;s Goals'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-704920077270988682</id><published>2008-12-31T09:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:25:44.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Goodbye 2008...&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;May you have a fun night and a relaxing day tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pork and kraut anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-704920077270988682?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/704920077270988682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=704920077270988682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/704920077270988682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/704920077270988682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-8162476757453761754</id><published>2008-12-29T11:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:14:02.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Profile Picture...</title><content type='html'>I really like the Teach/Learn reflection picture. It kinda sums up life with my kids on an average day. I really enjoy teaching them at home and seeing them learn and grow but I LOVE what I learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--The way they interact so honestly with each other.&lt;br /&gt;--The excitement about new things learned and willingness to share.&lt;br /&gt;--The urgency to find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;--The importance of doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;--The way questions are asked to dig deeper.&lt;br /&gt;--The daily repetition to master a new concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what does this have to do with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Am I honest with those around me? Do I tell the truth when asked how I am? Do I lie to myself that my spiritual life is fine-knowing I have far to go and fail often? Do I speak the truth &lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt; to my husband, kids and my church family? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Am I allowing the Lord to teach me new things and do I get excited about them and do I willingly want to share them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Do I have an urgency to find the Lord's answers in Scripture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Do I strive to do thing right? or take the easy way? or my way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--When was the last time I searched and studied the Bible to know the Lord fuller? and stayed there until I did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--How easily do I give up on doing what God has for me because it's hard; I'm not comfortable doing it; or I messed up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray and I pray that the Lord will work in my heart and life and make me the woman He wants me to be. Sounds like I've got some more learning to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-8162476757453761754?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8162476757453761754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=8162476757453761754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8162476757453761754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/8162476757453761754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-profile-picture.html' title='My Profile Picture...'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-5495576620810170028</id><published>2008-12-24T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:47:41.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May your Christmas be filled with the realization of God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;How AMAZING that GOD came to earth to save me-the truth of Christmas is really mind-blowing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May you know the Lord more completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;--Because of HIM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Parrish Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-5495576620810170028?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5495576620810170028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=5495576620810170028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5495576620810170028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/5495576620810170028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-152271387636713871</id><published>2008-12-23T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:57:50.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>previously on facebook...</title><content type='html'>I am often touched, encouraged and challenged by music. Maybe it's because my Daddy sings in church with such passion and surrounded me w/ALL kinds of music when I was little; maybe it's because my hubby has an incredible voice and is blest in the musical/acting arts; maybe it's the little bit of muscial ability (more appreciation than talent) that I have; or maybe it's watching my 'baby', Timothy, bloom and develop into his definate God given musical gifts--BUT I often hear God through songs &amp;amp; music--and I don't mean just hymns and the songs sung at church or listened to during offertory. Am I affected by those?--YEA! Yes, the typical classical pieces move me as well. But music points me to God from classical, instrumental, chant, dance, rock, gospel, blue grass, praise &amp;amp; worship, rap, hip hop and many more. And another thing, I like all kinds of music too-some more than others especially on certain days or with certain moods-you get my point...We know God is musical-has to be, He created ALL things! Am I allowed to enjoy and be spoken to by different kinds of music as another example of how BIG God is?I think so!!!So does He speak to you? How? But most of all, are you listening and obeying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-152271387636713871?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/152271387636713871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=152271387636713871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/152271387636713871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/152271387636713871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-often-touched-encouraged-and.html' title='previously on facebook...'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958593876408885032.post-6931570232551905985</id><published>2008-12-23T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:16:23.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS</title><content type='html'>Santa lives at the North Pole ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa rides in a sleigh ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa comes but once a year ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is an ever present help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa fills your stockings with goodies ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS supplies all your needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa comes down your chimney uninvited ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS stands at your door and knocks, and then enters your heart when invited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to wait in line to see Santa ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa lets you sit on his lap ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS lets you rest in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl,what's your name?" ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS knew our name before we did.  Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too.  He knows our history and future andHe even knows how many hairs are on our heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS has a heart full of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Santa can offer is HO HO HO ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS offers health, help and hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa says "You better not cry" ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's little helpers make toys ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts,repairs broken homes and builds mansions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa may make you chuckle but ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Santa puts gifts under your tree ...&lt;br /&gt;JESUS became our gift and died on a tree.  It's obvious there is really no comparison. We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about. We need to put Christ back in CHRISTmas, Jesus is still the reason for the season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958593876408885032-6931570232551905985?l=ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6931570232551905985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958593876408885032&amp;postID=6931570232551905985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6931570232551905985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958593876408885032/posts/default/6931570232551905985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaredeemedredhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-jesus-is-better-than-santa-claus.html' title='WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS'/><author><name>ParrishPalace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11410258134666463018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAhmC4w02zE/SVEl_hl5SfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fVLzy2ttLnA/S220/teachlearn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
