<?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-7905050015689883216</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:26:32.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shoreline of wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8557485568038588734</id><published>2009-01-22T19:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:45:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 INAUGERATION FOLD-N-LEARN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SXkPwRXKy8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WygeZFCNAQs/s1600-h/100_5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294280158919445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SXkPwRXKy8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WygeZFCNAQs/s320/100_5134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We put photos of Barak Obama taking the Oath of Office,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of him standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;along with photos of Rick Warren, pastor, who gave the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;opening prayer and Aretha Franklin who sang our&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Anthem&lt;/em&gt; to personalize it. On the fold-it for the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun Facts we put a picture showing a portion of the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vast crowd that attended the Inaugeration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Megan wrote a short bio for Barak Obama and wanted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to include the phrases, &lt;em&gt;"God Bless America"&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let Freedom Ring"&lt;/em&gt;. We had a lot of fun putting this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;together and talking about the information learned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8557485568038588734?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8557485568038588734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8557485568038588734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8557485568038588734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8557485568038588734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-inaugeration-fold-n-learn.html' title='2009 INAUGERATION FOLD-N-LEARN'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SXkPwRXKy8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WygeZFCNAQs/s72-c/100_5134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8888821534608355427</id><published>2009-01-07T13:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:21:19.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Edison Unit Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4TE1wmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/anvLa6t5mVA/s1600-h/100_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624869040233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4TE1wmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/anvLa6t5mVA/s320/100_4960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pages of our unit study on Thomas Edision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used a 10x10 scrapbook to put her lessons in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above shows 3 lessons. On top we talked about how fast light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;travels and related that time to how many times light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can cross the US and circle the earth. On the bottom left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in an accordian fold we talked about sound travel and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrote a few interesting facts. Across from that is a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matchbook flip-it of a mini-bio on Albert A. Michelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4SgBGchI/AAAAAAAAALc/I1PqFPQDP9w/s1600-h/100_4962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624859155690002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4SgBGchI/AAAAAAAAALc/I1PqFPQDP9w/s320/100_4962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is her lesson on the different branches of sciences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grouped them into four areas and wrote the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;individual sciences in those areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624851669200962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4SEILsEI/AAAAAAAAALU/S6kHPxtr_Ao/s320/100_4961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the left side we had fun with Famous Sayings, such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as, "Burn the Midnight Oil", and "Chill Out".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She chose a few she really liked and wrote them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with their meaning inside the flip-it. On the other side are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mini-bio's on Millard Filmore and Commodore Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4R0N4g9I/AAAAAAAAALM/nrIPZM8UTLg/s1600-h/100_4963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624847398142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4R0N4g9I/AAAAAAAAALM/nrIPZM8UTLg/s320/100_4963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is our study of Canada. On top she marked a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;map distinguishing Provinces and Territories of Canada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noted Canada's name in Iroquois and its meaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put its flag. Below that we talked about Lief Ericson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put a map of his voyage route taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4Rp-S_2I/AAAAAAAAALE/ku8Bb_28G-0/s1600-h/100_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624844648415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4Rp-S_2I/AAAAAAAAALE/ku8Bb_28G-0/s320/100_4964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This page shows a mini-bio on James Buchanan,&lt;br /&gt;the 4 books she read on slavery and her essay,&lt;br /&gt;which I can't help but to put it here for all to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Essay on Slavery and the Underground Railroad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;indent&lt;/span&gt;No one should be a slave. Everybody is the same. The color of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;persons skin does not matter. It does not matter how rich you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not own a person. People who were slaves wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;runaway to Canada. They had to hide from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dogs because the man holding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the dogs wanted to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;indent&lt;/span&gt;The slaves used the Underground Railroad to escape. It is not a real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;railroad. There is no train. It is a line of people who helped the slaves get to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Canada. Without freedom life would be horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8888821534608355427?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8888821534608355427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8888821534608355427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8888821534608355427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8888821534608355427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2009/01/thomas-edison-unit-study.html' title='Thomas Edison Unit Study'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SWT4TE1wmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/anvLa6t5mVA/s72-c/100_4960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-4164377715009567290</id><published>2008-12-17T22:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:08:33.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Helen Keller Unit Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnIRfqrxaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ffvTpjvbST8/s1600-h/100_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972240952477090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnIRfqrxaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ffvTpjvbST8/s320/100_4307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun learning about Helen Keller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut poster board 12x24 so there was 3-12"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;panels to put the finished activities for the lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above is the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cover&lt;/span&gt;. It displays the covers of the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;books read&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; we watched, pics of the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cooking lesson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a copy of a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rare pic of Helen and Anne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHuTOVLcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jOc6hUpSe9c/s1600-h/1004144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971636316908994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHuTOVLcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jOc6hUpSe9c/s320/1004144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the inside panel on the left we &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;diagrammed the parts of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eye &lt;/span&gt;and on the inside &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wrote about 3 common eye disorders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below that is the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Persuasive Argument Writing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the upper right we did the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sensory Deprivation Exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below that is an eps that holds the information from our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;American Printing House For The Blind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHsAedSNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BYF1cTZILho/s1600-h/1004149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971596924537042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHsAedSNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BYF1cTZILho/s320/1004149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture shows the inside of the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHrpAEoBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OkH1ncpt89I/s1600-h/1004143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971590623076370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHrpAEoBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OkH1ncpt89I/s320/1004143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the right side panel.&lt;br /&gt;On the top part we did &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mini bio's on 6 historical people&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helen Keller, Anne Sullivan, Louis Braille,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benjamin Harrison, Franklin D. Roosevelt,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Harry S Truman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Below on left is our lesson on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Territory and Invaded&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED this lesson. It worked out better than I&lt;br /&gt;could have hoped in explaining how wars can start.&lt;br /&gt;On the right side she &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 Things I Learned About Pearl Harbor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHrA8SzhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/29cUkr3PBtk/s1600-h/1004148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971579869810194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnHrA8SzhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/29cUkr3PBtk/s320/1004148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This above picture shows the inside of the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the entire bottom of both panels is a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;timeline of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Helen Keller's life &lt;/span&gt;showing major events/inventions/people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-4164377715009567290?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4164377715009567290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=4164377715009567290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4164377715009567290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4164377715009567290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-helen-keller-unit-study.html' title='Our Helen Keller Unit Study'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SUnIRfqrxaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ffvTpjvbST8/s72-c/100_4307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-1782156106032368362</id><published>2008-12-03T11:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:47:06.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Top Ten Reasons WeJust Had to Smile in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We began our &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt; We vacationed at Myrtle Beach, SC and got to pet a baby shark fished out of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; We have a new addition to our cat family--Bruce joins Joey, Samantha and Lizzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; Amy, Stefany and Mom get caught up in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; frenzy--&lt;em&gt;Go Team Jacob!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; Wendy got to meet her favorite author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; Amy enrolls in community college and learns to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; Stefany turns Sweet 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; Megan's soccer team wins Championship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; Darren &amp;amp; Wendy celebrate 20th Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the #&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; reason we just had to smile in &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God sent his one and only Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;into the world that we might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;live through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--1 John 4:9&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/7905050015689883216-1782156106032368362?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1782156106032368362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=1782156106032368362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1782156106032368362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1782156106032368362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-top-ten-reasons-we-just-had-to.html' title='Our Top Ten Reasons We&lt;br&gt;Just Had to Smile in 2008'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-686049486058803323</id><published>2008-11-18T18:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:48:29.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Brochure Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeWDzl64I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0LaPLmomsoI/s1600-h/1003804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159722025446274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeWDzl64I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0LaPLmomsoI/s400/1003804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For our unit study &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Skylark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had dd10 do this neat brochure&lt;br /&gt;for the state of Maine.&lt;br /&gt;On the front panel she drew a picture of the lansdcape&lt;br /&gt;about 1-1/2" from the top. Then cut the top off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;following along the curves of the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;She traced the outline of the state and thought of a slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeVzzDfOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/amp0AMDJeLU/s1600-h/1003806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159717728222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeVzzDfOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/amp0AMDJeLU/s400/1003806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the second panel &lt;em&gt;(on left)&lt;/em&gt; she re-drew the landscape&lt;br /&gt;and wrote a paragraph describing the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth panel &lt;em&gt;(shown on the right)&lt;/em&gt; she pasted a&lt;br /&gt;picture of a famous person from Maine. &lt;em&gt;(You can draw this also.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose E. B. White.&lt;br /&gt;You place the person in the top right corner of that panel.&lt;br /&gt;Then you carefully cut around the figure.&lt;br /&gt;She then wrote a brief biography about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeVtBRcsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zRZn1FXHe_8/s1600-h/1003807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159715908809410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeVtBRcsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zRZn1FXHe_8/s400/1003807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the center panel she drew a skyline of Portland, Maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is drawn at the top edge of the paper extending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down to line-up with the top of the landscape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You then carefully cut around all the objects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make it stand out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then wrote a brief paragraph about the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to entice people to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The panel on the right is labeled &lt;strong&gt;Interesting Facts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she wrote a few things she found interesting about Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was such a fun project that I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we will be doing it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-686049486058803323?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/686049486058803323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=686049486058803323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/686049486058803323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/686049486058803323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/11/state-brochure-idea.html' title='State Brochure Idea'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SSNeWDzl64I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0LaPLmomsoI/s72-c/1003804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8017469549478733498</id><published>2008-11-13T18:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:17:06.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising God for Tragedy Averted (2-3-08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night my youngest had an experience no one wants to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sitting near my &lt;a class="GVAdLink" id="GVLINK_1_0_1" href="http://www.fiveinarow.com/~gbprnhrz/forum/showthread.php?t=29399#"&gt;computer&lt;/a&gt; desk, which is a corner desk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and next to it is a printer table where I had lit a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fragrance candle earlier in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came up to me between the chair and printer table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly she says &lt;em&gt;"Ooh hot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both look behind her at the candle and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell her to be careful and move away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next thing I know she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darts across the livingroom screaming, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HOT! HOT! HOT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at her and the back of her shirt is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ON FIRE!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I run after her yelling, "STOP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grab ahold of her and just start smackin' her back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to put out the fire. Once it was out I pulled off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shirt and she was holdin' me so hard I couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what damage there was right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got her to loosen her grip a bit and looked around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and PRAISE GOD! there was only a slight reddening of the skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I believe was from me smackin' her so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She does have a small thin red line that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was still there this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I put some burn ointment on her, also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just so thankful right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With her long hair it could have been so different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so very thankful for God's protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8017469549478733498?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8017469549478733498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8017469549478733498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8017469549478733498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8017469549478733498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/11/praising-god-for-tragedy-averted-2-3-08.html' title='Praising God for Tragedy Averted (2-3-08)'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-5923008190380945273</id><published>2008-11-13T17:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:57:17.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTORIC ELECTION !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00048/Pg-1-Obama-Splash-AP_48924t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px" alt="" src="http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00048/Pg-1-Obama-Splash-AP_48924t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On November 4, 2008, the first African-American man was elected for the office of President of The United States. &lt;strong&gt;Barack Hussein Obama&lt;/strong&gt; is to be our 44th president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We voted for John McCain. Having said that, what's done is done, and as they say, &lt;em&gt;"the people have spoken".&lt;/em&gt; Only time will tell if the right choice was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country is in an economic crisis, the war is still on-going, and people all over are hurting. My prayer is that our new president can see us through these challenges with strength and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, God is in control and He is not surprised. So we put all our hope in the Lord and continue to pray for our leaders whom God has placed in their positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Praise be to the name of God for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever and ever;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wisdom and power are his.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He changes times and seasons;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he sets up kings and deposes them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives wisdom to the wise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and knowledge to the discerning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He reveals deep and hidden things;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he knows what lies in darkness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and light dwells with him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Daniel 2:20-22&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/7905050015689883216-5923008190380945273?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5923008190380945273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=5923008190380945273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5923008190380945273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5923008190380945273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/11/historic-election.html' title='HISTORIC ELECTION !'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8278479724838026271</id><published>2008-10-23T00:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:06:09.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love never fails . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; -- at no time; not ever; on no occasion; not at all; in no way; absolutely not; not in any circumstances; at no time, whether past, present or future; in no degree; not in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fail&lt;/u&gt; -- to dwindle, pass or die away; end, limit; to prove deficient or lacking; to abandon, forsake; disappoint, prove undependable; to be wanting; to fall short; to become diminished; to decline; to decay; to weaken; to perish; to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a not an emotion, it is a choice to be unconditional, without expectations of receiving anything in return. This is the kind of love that never fails. This is the love that can only come from the Father, through his son, Jesus Christ. For it is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him." &lt;/em&gt;(1 John 4:15-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To further illustrate this unfailing love using the definitions above:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;at no time&lt;/em&gt; abandons.&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;in no way&lt;/em&gt; disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;does not in any circumstances&lt;/em&gt; weaken.&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;on no occasion&lt;/em&gt; proves undependable.&lt;br /&gt;Love will &lt;em&gt;not ever&lt;/em&gt; die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The scriptures tell me how to express love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John 15:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with actions and in truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 John 3:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bearing with one another in love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ephesians 4:2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scriptures tell me how wide, long, high and deep His love is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we should be called children of God!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 John 3:1a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For the Lord is good and his loves endures forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 100:5a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isaiah 54:10a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being able to love is not based on my ability, my strength, or my feelings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;strength of my heart and my portion forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 73:26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only need to stand my ground and after having done everything, to stand:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;men of courage; be strong. Do everything in love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Corinthians 16:13-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An illustration for the love I will give to my husband:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Place me like a seal over your heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a seal on your arm;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for love is as strong as death,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its ardor unyielding as the grave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It burns like blazing fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the very flame of the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many waters cannot quench love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rivers cannot wash it away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song of Songs 8:6-7a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I dare myself to receive the love of God and to let that love go forth out of my heart toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We love because he first loved us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 John 4:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8278479724838026271?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8278479724838026271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8278479724838026271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8278479724838026271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8278479724838026271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-15-love-never-fails.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-3860383863633318748</id><published>2008-10-22T10:45:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:41:07.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love always perseveres . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;persevere&lt;/u&gt; -- to stay behind; to stand firm, endure, be patient; continue steadfastly; refuse to stop; persist. To bolster, sustain, or uphold. To maintain a purpose in spite of counter influences, opposition, or discouragement. To not abandon what is undertaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to persevere there needs to be a trial, something to push through. That's why it is said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance."&lt;/em&gt; (James 1:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do not persevere in vain for it is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."&lt;/em&gt; (James 1:12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to realize that my fight is not with my husband, or others. That is why it is said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." &lt;/em&gt;(Ephesians 6:11-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humans are fallible. It is inevitable that we will all make mistakes. I will face a bad day, an insensitive word, unmet expectations, etc... -- but that is where perseverance is born. Perseverance comes from my faith in Jesus and God's unfailing love for me. When faced with opposition I need to stand firm behind Jesus so he can sustain me through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I do not choose to persevere. Today I dare myself to refuse to withhold the love in my heart for my husband, and others, despite what obstacles are set before me. I will put on the full armor of God and stand firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But you&lt;em&gt;, keep your head in all situations, endure hardships, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;work of an evangelist, discharge all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the duties of your ministry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 Timothy 4:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-3860383863633318748?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3860383863633318748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=3860383863633318748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3860383863633318748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3860383863633318748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-14-love-always-perseveres.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-5052592883521709170</id><published>2008-10-20T20:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:21:53.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love always hopes . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hopes&lt;/u&gt; -- put hope in, expect, an attitude of confidently looking forward to what is good and beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;beneficial&lt;/u&gt; -- to bring together; to be helpful; be gained; common good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hope it should be of things that will bring us closer together, and ultimately closer to Jesus. Instead of hoping to change others, (which, though the intention is to do good, actually drives a wedge between us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will hope in the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 5:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will put my hope, my expectations, in God's promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uphold me according to Your promise, that I may live:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let me not be put to shame in my hope!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 119:116 Amplified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be still, increasing my faith, while He works in each of us as He wills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But if we hope for what is still unseen by us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wait for it with patience and composure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 8:25 Amplified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not expressing love when I let my hope become self-serving. Hope, the kind that comes from sincere love, fills us with joy and peace. I show my love when I hope in the promises of the Lord and share that hope with others. Today I dare myself to do just that--to put my hope in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"May the God of your hope so fill you with all joy and peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in believing [through the experience of your faith]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and be overflowing (bubbling over) with hope."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 15:13, Amplified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-5052592883521709170?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5052592883521709170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=5052592883521709170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5052592883521709170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5052592883521709170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-14-love-always-hopes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-7967858398322648064</id><published>2008-10-16T22:56:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:12:06.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love always trusts . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;trusts&lt;/u&gt; -- to believe, put one's faith in, trust, with an implication that actions based on that trust may follow; entrust, committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; -- same meaning as above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Definition of believe -- to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew a blind man wanted healing and Jesus asked him, &lt;em&gt;"Do you believe I am able to do this?"&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 9:28).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Mark when the synagogue ruler was told that his daughter was dead, Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;"Don't be afraid; just believe."&lt;/em&gt; (Mark 5:36).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again in Mark a father of a boy who was possessed by a spirit said to Jesus, &lt;em&gt;"But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us."&lt;/em&gt; Jesus replied, &lt;em&gt;" 'If you can' ?" "Everything is possible for him who believes." &lt;/em&gt;The father immediately exclaimed, &lt;em&gt;"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief ! "&lt;/em&gt; (Mark 9:14-24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A Real Life Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My daughter got her first tick one spring. She was frightened that a tiny bug had latched onto her and wouldn't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I said to her, &lt;em&gt;"Sweetie, I can take care of that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Still, her face was full of worry. I got the tweezers and the rubbing alcohol ready. When she saw me with the tweezers she became tense and started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trying to soothe her I said, &lt;em&gt;"Oh, don't be afraid."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; believed I could get the tick out without much trouble. But she wasn't so sure. It actually broke my heart because I wanted my daughter to trust me. To believe that I could do what I said I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I told her, &lt;em&gt;"Honey, I can do this!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She said,&lt;em&gt; "I know mommy, I'm just not so sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it must break God's heart to hear this kind of conversation from me. He doesn't just want me to know what He &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do; He wants me to trust, to believe that He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do what He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting is hard because I am vulnerable, exposed. It is why when one is betrayed it can cut the heart deep down. However, I can see how it is an expression of true love when you do trust. My husband has never done anything for me not to trust in his love for me. Today I dare myself to trust in the love my husband has for me. To entrust to him my heart. When he says I am beautiful, I will smile and kiss him. When he says I love you, I will answer I'm glad because I love you too. I will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now it is required that those who have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;given a trust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;must prove faithful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Corinthians 4:2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-7967858398322648064?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7967858398322648064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=7967858398322648064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7967858398322648064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7967858398322648064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-12-love-always-trusts.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2781957493098964313</id><published>2008-10-14T09:28:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:59:41.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love always protects . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; -- all, every (thing, one), whole, continually, publicly, day after day, forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;protects&lt;/u&gt; -- to put up with, stand, endure, cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Definition of protect: to cover or shield from danger or injury, to defend, to guard, to preserve in safety. Literally--to cover in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sing about a fruitful vineyard:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, the Lord, watch over it; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I water it continuously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guard it day and night&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;so that no one may harm it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Isaiah 27:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Timothy,&lt;/em&gt; (Wendy)&lt;em&gt; guard what has been entrusted to your care."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1 Timothy 6:20a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The scriptures in Isaiah and 1 Timothy clearly tells how I should care for those I love and who have been entrusted to my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To love another means to stand between them and the threat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Greater love has no one than this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(John 15:13). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means to nourish by speaking life to them and wrestling in prayer for them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Proverbs 10:11a) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That my words and actions are edifying and wholesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pleasant words are a honeycomb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Proverbs 16:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I do not protect. Today I dare myself to fill my heart with God's Holy Word so that I will be equipped and ready to express goodness in what I say and do. I will pray daily for my husband to guard him against the fiery darts of the enemy. I will let the love I have in my heart stand between him and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The good man brings good things out of the good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;overflow of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;his heart his mouth speaks."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke 6:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/7905050015689883216-2781957493098964313?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2781957493098964313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2781957493098964313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2781957493098964313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2781957493098964313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-11-love-always-protects.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-4745742563546812921</id><published>2008-10-10T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:35:06.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;delight&lt;/u&gt; -- to rejoice, be glad, hail, full of joy, welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;evil&lt;/u&gt; -- wickedness, wrongdoing, unjust, unrighteousness, dishonest, worldly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;rejoices&lt;/u&gt; -- to rejoice with, shared joy, to experience joy and gladness in a high degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt; -- truthfulness, corresponding to reality, assure, certainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sincere&lt;/u&gt; -- pure, unmixed, unadulterated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to continue to replace the lies with the truth of God's Word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lie: I do not have enough faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." &lt;/em&gt;(Matthew 17:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lie: My prayers have no real power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I tell you the truth, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven."&lt;/em&gt;  (Matthew 18:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I hold on to the lies. As the Word becomes a part of my everyday thinking my love will be unmixed and able to grow deeply in my heart. My desire is to give my husband the unconditional love he has given me.  Today I dare myself to cling to what is good and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 12:9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-4745742563546812921?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4745742563546812921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=4745742563546812921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4745742563546812921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4745742563546812921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-10-love-does-not-delight-in-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-4863668169881788056</id><published>2008-10-09T17:29:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:43:19.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love keeps no record of wrongs . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;record&lt;/u&gt; -- to credit, count, reckon, regard, think, consider, realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wrongs&lt;/u&gt; -- evil, wicked, wrong, bad, a perversion of what pertains to goodness; an evil thing can refer to any crime, harm, or moral wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the memory of an elephant, I have held in my heart the hurts done to me, especially by my husband. I've used that knowledge against him as a reason why he can't be trusted or believed when he says he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 3:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding past wrongs against my husband, or others, shows I have not forgiven. Wisdom says: &lt;em&gt;"Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs."&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 10:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not expressing love by stirring up the past. Today I dare myself to pay no attention to wrongs done to me. I will not repay evil for evil. As the Word says: &lt;em&gt;"He who covers over an offense promotes love."&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 17:9a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Above all, love each other deeply, because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love covers over a multitude of sins."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Peter 4:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-4863668169881788056?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4863668169881788056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=4863668169881788056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4863668169881788056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4863668169881788056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-9-love-keeps-no-record-of-wrongs.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-7052146284153774834</id><published>2008-10-08T11:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:31:53.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is not easily angered . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;easily angered&lt;/u&gt; -- to be greatly distressed, irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;irritate&lt;/u&gt; -- annoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever comes across our feelings &lt;u&gt;irritates&lt;/u&gt;; whatever excites anger &lt;u&gt;provokes&lt;/u&gt;; whatever raises anger to a high point &lt;u&gt;exasperates&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Susceptible and nervous people are most easily irritated;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;proud people are quickly provoked;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot and fiery people are soonest exasperated."&lt;/em&gt; --Crabb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geez!&lt;/em&gt; For me it's a quick trip from irritated to exasperated. I need to tackle this feeling when it is in its first stage and not give it a foothold to grow into something that causes me to be foolish. When faced with somethng that is irritating me, I need to think of the other characteristics of love to douse it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I am easily angered. Today I dare myself to not sweat the small stuff. To keep in the forefront of my mind that I love my husband and children. To stay focused on showing patience and kindness. To lay at the cross my nervous and anxious feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A fool shows his annoyance at once, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a prudent man overlooks an insult."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 12:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-7052146284153774834?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7052146284153774834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=7052146284153774834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7052146284153774834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7052146284153774834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-8-love-is-not-easily-angered.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-5975504512225212570</id><published>2008-10-07T15:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:27:20.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is not self-seeking . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;self-seeking&lt;/u&gt; -- the seeking (to look for, try to obtain, desire to possess, strive for) of one's own interest or selfish ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;selfish&lt;/u&gt; -- caring supremely or unduly for one's self; regarding one's own comfort, advantage, etc., in disregard, or at the expense, of those of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do nothing from factional motives [through contentiousness, strife, selfishness, or for unworthy ends] or prompted by conceit and empty arrogance. Instead, in the true spirit of humility (lowliness of mind) let each regard the others as better than and superior to himself [thinking more highly of one another than you do of yourselves]. Let each of you esteem and look upon and be concerned for not [merely] his own interests, but also each for the interests of others."&lt;/em&gt; (Philippians 2:3-4 Amp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want"&lt;/em&gt; can be the two most destructive words spoken. In being self-seeking, I lose sight and sensitivity to the needs of others. I stop being sincere with my motives and the people I love are left feeling confused, hurt, and unloved. I am not expressing love when I am being self-seeking. Today I dare myself to show the love in my heart by being truly concerned about others' needs by paying attention to what interests them so that they will have no doubt how much I love and esteem them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Incline my heart to Your testimonies and not to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;covetousness (robbery, sensuality, unworthy riches.)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 119:36 Amplified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-5975504512225212570?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5975504512225212570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=5975504512225212570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5975504512225212570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5975504512225212570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-7-love-is-not-self-seeking.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-3283428505771557368</id><published>2008-10-06T13:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:20:20.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is not rude . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;rude&lt;/u&gt; -- to act improperly, dishonorably, indecently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;indecently&lt;/u&gt;--unbecoming language, coarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;coarse&lt;/u&gt;--as in lacking in delicacy, lewd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lewd&lt;/u&gt;--preoccupied with sex and sexual desires, lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lust&lt;/u&gt;--intense sexual desire or appetite, or obsessive desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;What a "can of worms" this word opens up!&lt;/em&gt; I looked up &lt;em&gt;indecently&lt;/em&gt;, which led me to &lt;em&gt;coarse,&lt;/em&gt; which led me to &lt;em&gt;lewd,&lt;/em&gt; which then led me to &lt;em&gt;lust&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;All that from rude!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to my shame, I have shown them all. To be honest, I get confused by what is natural and normal and what is sinful desire. In trying to behave the right way I tend to go from one extreme to the other--frigid to excessive. In order to replace the lies with God's truth I need to understand what is good and of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 2:16&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;"For everything in the world--the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does--comes not from the Father but from the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am to be moral&lt;/strong&gt; -- upright, honest, straightforward, open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am to be virtuous&lt;/strong&gt; -- goodness, that is consciously or steadily maintained, often in spite of temptations or evil influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am to be honorable&lt;/strong&gt; -- respectable, esteemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am not perfect --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Paul said: &lt;em&gt;"When I want to do good, evil is right there with me."&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 7:21) &lt;em&gt;"What a wretched (woman) man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?"&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 7:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus is my rescuer! My hero who gave his life so that I could be free and live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I am being rude. Today I dare myself to behave in a way that is honorable and good. To trust and let Jesus be my rescuer when faced with temptations that want to show my love in a sinful way. To believe and trust in the grace and mercy that God gives to me through His holy, unwavering love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let us behave decently, as in the daytime,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 13:12-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-3283428505771557368?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3283428505771557368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=3283428505771557368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3283428505771557368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3283428505771557368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-6-love-is-not-rude.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8648650507472705397</id><published>2008-10-05T13:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:14:02.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is not proud . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;proud&lt;/u&gt; -- to puff up, inflate, arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;arrogant&lt;/u&gt; -- having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;overbearing&lt;/u&gt; -- to treat in a domineering way, over-powering, repressing, insolent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting tough. In reading the definitions I am reminded of the many, many times I have behaved proudly. This ugly attitude was reserved mostly for my husband and I am ashamed of how I treated him. I let the lie that was fed to me take root and produce bad fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."&lt;/strong&gt; (Galatians 2:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Therefore (I ) do not let the sin reign in (my) your mortal body so that (I) you obey its evil desires." &lt;/strong&gt;(Romans 6:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For sin shall not be (my) your master because (I am) you are not under law but under grace."&lt;/strong&gt; (Romans 6:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You (I) have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness." &lt;/strong&gt;(Romans 6:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I am proud. Today I dare myself to live as a child of light -- &lt;em&gt;"for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth".&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 5:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but rather think of yourself with sober judgment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 12:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8648650507472705397?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8648650507472705397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8648650507472705397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8648650507472705397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8648650507472705397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-5-love-is-not-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-1628254109613494111</id><published>2008-10-04T14:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:10:19.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love does not boast . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;boast&lt;/u&gt; -- to say or tell things which are intended to give others a high opinion of one's self or of things belonging to one's self; to speak with excessive pride; to blow up, puff up, swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to assure that others do not see me as inferior, I'm sure there have been too many times that I have been prone to boast. I've purposely used showy language to make myself feel superior. In my heart, I know I didn't intentionally set out to demean another person, however, intentions aside, the result is the same -- the person is not left edified, encouraged or feeling the love I say I have for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:29&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-- "Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I boast in myself. &lt;em&gt;"May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ..."&lt;/em&gt; (Galations 6:14a) Today I am daring myself to speak words that build up and inspire others. I will be careful to give God all the glory, honor and praise for everything he did, does, and will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scriptures to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I must boast, I will boast of the things that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;show my weakness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Corinthians 11:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-1628254109613494111?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1628254109613494111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=1628254109613494111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1628254109613494111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1628254109613494111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-4-love-does-not-boast.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8094074549854362009</id><published>2008-10-03T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:03:23.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love does not envy . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;envy&lt;/u&gt; -- to experience morally corrupt zealous ill will, to be jealous, eagerly desire, covet, as a negative attitude of lust and desire for another's possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I have experienced jealousy toward my husband. He is so at ease everywhere he is and with everyone he's around. Feelings of not being good enough or that people are going to see the things that were done to me or the things I did as a result overwhelm me so much at times I cannot be comfortable around other people. Just thinking about it makes me feel dirty. Darren knows my past and still says he loves me. I tell him he has to love me, we're married. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's not truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He doesn't &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to love me. I praise God for creating Darren and I am humbled greatly that God chose Darren to be my husband as an example of Christ's love for me -- &lt;em&gt;"this love that surpasses knowledge"&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 3:19a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I am being jealous. Today I am daring myself to focus on the truth that I am loved. I will rebuke the destructive dialogue in my mind. I will praise God for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A heart at peace gives life to the body,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but envy rots the bones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 14:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8094074549854362009?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8094074549854362009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8094074549854362009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8094074549854362009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8094074549854362009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-3-love-does-not-envy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8498830564434643447</id><published>2008-10-02T14:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:57:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is kind . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind implies a sympathetic attitude toward others, and a willingness to do good or give pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: mild, benign, gentle, tender, compassionate, forebearing, tolerant, generous, agreeable, benevolent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Benevolent&lt;/u&gt; -- suggests charitableness and a desire to promote the welfare or happiness of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of myself as a kind person, but to be honest with myself there isn't much fruit of that. Being kind and expecting something in return is not true kindness. True kindness requires a merciful disposition and I am quick to admit I have little mercy. If I feel that I've been offended, attacked, dealt with harshly or disrespectfully there is no show of kindness or forgiveness. However, not only does this attitude not show the love of Jesus, it also hurts me: &lt;em&gt;"A kind man benefits himself, but a cruel man brings trouble on himself."&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 11:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I receive the ability, the disposition, the characteristic of true kindness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By relying on God's perfect love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expressing love when I am not showing kindness. Today I am daring myself to show kindness for no other reason than to express the love in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be kind and compassionate to one another,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ephesians 4:32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-8498830564434643447?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8498830564434643447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8498830564434643447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8498830564434643447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8498830564434643447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-553394540692794513</id><published>2008-10-02T14:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:37:18.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning How to Love Unconditionally</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." -- 1 John 4:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, make me perfect in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is patient . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;patient&lt;/u&gt; -- to exhibit internal and external control in a difficult circumstance, which control could exhibit itself by delaying an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can become easily frustrated. I am guilty of taking that frustration out on others, especially those whom I say I love. I am not expressing love when I am not showing patience. Today I am daring myself to express my love by showing patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scripture to meditate on today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Everyone should be quick to listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slow to speak and slow to become angry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because man's anger does not bring about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the righteous life that God desires."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--James 1:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, in your abounding love, help me. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-553394540692794513?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/553394540692794513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=553394540692794513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/553394540692794513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/553394540692794513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-how-to-love-unconditionally.html' title='Learning How to Love Unconditionally'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2223816799940858229</id><published>2008-09-02T08:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:30:23.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SL04yGXPGxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5fZX_3T5zA/s1600-h/Wendys+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407974681811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SL04yGXPGxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5fZX_3T5zA/s320/Wendys+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I did it! Yissiree! There it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first question anyone asks is, &lt;em&gt;"Did it hurt?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my answer is a resounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You Bet it Did!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have wanted a tattoo for 20 years but I wasn't going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get one just to have one. It needed to matter to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it was a lifetime commitment and definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to be sure it was what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tattoo means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It symbolizes the two anchors in my life--Jesus and Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second question I get asked is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you gonna get another one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell them it's kind of like having a baby--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning your real excited. Then as it gets closer you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get nervous and anxious. When the time comes to get it done and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you feel the pain of that first line drawn, you just want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OK! That's enough, I'm outta here!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be left with a weird permanent mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you grin and bear it and yell a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn a few new expletives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once it's over you are so relieved and proud of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lived through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, the LAST thing on your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to start planning your next one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-2223816799940858229?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2223816799940858229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2223816799940858229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2223816799940858229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2223816799940858229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-tattoo-well-i-did-it-yissiree.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/SL04yGXPGxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5fZX_3T5zA/s72-c/Wendys+tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-1397534367962849474</id><published>2008-08-27T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:37:33.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Begins....Our 7th Year!!!</title><content type='html'>We started our new school year August 7th. This year is different than all the rest---for one thing DD 17 is graduating this year. I am shell-shocked by this knowledge. I can remember her first day of school like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD 17 is taking 2 classes at our local community college. They will give her a headstart for when she starts her college education in Fall 2009. I have learned that 80% of high school graduates who begin college require a remedial math and/or reading class. I would like to avoid that for DD. One of her classes is Elementary Algebra which is high school algebra. The reading class is designed to give her the necessary comprehension and study skills required for college textbooks. These are semester classes--they do a year's worth in 1 semester. Once she gets through these we will evaluate how to use her 2nd semester to her advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD 16 is in 10th grade. We are trying something different with her veering a little more on the unschooling side, but still with a purpose and goal in mind. For her Biology she is doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animal Biology &amp;amp; Care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, instead of human biology. Of course I will tie the two together in our discussions, but she has a passion for animals and if this is what motivates her to learn, so be it. I have discussed with our local vet the possibility of her doing on-going mentoring throughout the year. He was very open to it and DD 16 is excited about the possibilities. She is also doing a lot more reading, ie., fiction, classics, non-fiction etc. This is a vast improvement from last year when it was like pulling teeth from an alligator to get her to read anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD 10 is now in 5th grade. Amazing!! My baby is growing up as fast as the other two did. What &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a mother to do? I am excited about our school year plan for her. This will be the first year that there hasn't been some kind of major distraction that has kept my time divided too thin. We begin our Beyond 2 unit studies with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah, Plain &amp;amp; Tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I know she is just going to love the wonderful lessons that go along with it. I mean, I'M excited so it's bound to rub off! :) I am also using a new spelling curriculum called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sequential Spelling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We have been using it for 2 weeks now and we both love it! Her confidence grows with each lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much hope for this year. I believe there are going to be learning leaps for each of my girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-1397534367962849474?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1397534367962849474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=1397534367962849474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1397534367962849474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1397534367962849474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-beginsour-7th-year.html' title='School Begins....Our 7th Year!!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-5980277273552033372</id><published>2008-07-04T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:16:31.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Word</title><content type='html'>I've had trouble forgetting past sins and hurts. I have spent years asking for forgiveness and forgiving others but somehow could not get the forgetting part down. The more I would try to forget the more the devil would bring it to my mind. I would often remember the scripture in Philippians 3:13 where Paul says, &lt;strong&gt;"Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead." &lt;/strong&gt;I would often wonder how he could do that--forget. Especially when the devil is quick to remind you. But then a friend of mine gave me a different word to use--NEGLECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's compare definitions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgetting&lt;/strong&gt; (forget) - To lose the remembrance of; to let go from the memory; to cease to have in mind, to treat with inattention or disregard; to slight; to neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you see that?&lt;/em&gt; To neglect is part of the definition of forgetting! Now let's define neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neglect&lt;/strong&gt; - Not to attend to with due care or attention; to forbear one's duty in regard to; to suffer to pass unimproved, unheeded, undone, etc.; to omit to receive or embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I CAN do!! I can neglect my past until I lose the memory of it. When the devil brings my past up to me, or even if I find myself starting to entertain it I can say, &lt;em&gt;"I am forgiven. I am healed. I choose to neglect it."&lt;/em&gt; At that time the second part of the verse comes into action, &lt;em&gt;"straining toward what is ahead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my curiosity I looked up straining and this is the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straining&lt;/strong&gt; - stretching beyond its proper limit, exerting with violence, making great effort, filtering (to make pure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that definition I can see that when I choose to forget [neglect] what is behind it isn't going to be easy to move forward. There is going to be some pain involved. I am going to experience my faith being stretched. I am going to have to move out of my comfort zone. Depending on the situation I could feel like I'm walking through fire or a desert. But through it all God is with me and Jesus has gone before me. Understanding this in this way gives me new insight to the scripture 2 Timothy 1:7 &lt;em&gt;"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." &lt;/em&gt;God has given me, and all of us, the gift of courage to be able to strain &lt;em&gt;"toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 3:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-5980277273552033372?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5980277273552033372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=5980277273552033372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5980277273552033372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5980277273552033372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-word.html' title='A Fresh Word'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-3745565130383902796</id><published>2008-06-15T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:22:12.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is the finisher of my story</title><content type='html'>Secrets are like poison to the soul. Just as poison spreads throughout a body so does secrets spread throughout all parts of your life. However, unlike poison which could take minutes or hours to spread secrets can take years and years. It is a false sense of security to think they are hidden from the world, safe from being discovered. Secrets are actually begging to be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little girl with long blonde hair and a bright smile. At the tender age of five her world became the devil’s playground. Her mother became involved with a man and brought him into her home. It wasn’t long before the little girl, along with her little sister, became the target of her mom’s and his evil intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spankings came first. The welts were bloodied and swollen like ropes across her buttocks and thighs. As she grew she learned to bite down hard into the pillows to keep from crying out or screaming because those sounds enraged him even more and he would hit longer and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the age of seven, while sleeping, the little girl was abruptly taken from her bed and brought into her parent’s room. Fear and hope warring in her mind. Fear of another spanking, hope for something she could not name. There was no spanking given that night. On this night the little girl was made to watch her mom and the man have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight years later the little girl is long gone. She can’t remember ever being a little girl. Her mind is filled with images she can’t get rid of. Her flesh is a constant reminder of what she was forced to do. Each day’s cruelties ripped and shredded her heart into pieces. She had no dreams because she didn’t sleep. She had no hope because those that were supposed to protect her were the ones that were causing all her pain. One day she tried to end the pain. She took a full bottle of aspirin and went to bed. She wasn’t thinking of dying she just wanted to stop hurting. She was rewarded by a trip to the hospital and having her stomach pumped. She was 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something changed in her after that. She could feel it growing stronger. She spent less and less time at home. One day the man made her come home early from a school swim meet claiming there was an emergency. The emergency was he wanted her to cook him a meal. She expressed her outrage and he punched her in the face saying “I own you.” For the first time her eyes stared back hard, unwavering, challenging him to go the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final confrontation came when she was 16. Tired and exhausted after a long swim practice she lay sleeping in her bed. She felt his presence standing over her. She could feel the air moving as he undressed. She waited until he was undressed and suddenly bolted up from the bed to stand before him. 10 years of his cruelty had taken away her hopes and dreams. One of them was going to die before he laid one hand on her ever again. At that moment she didn’t care who. Her voice strong and loud she cried, &lt;em&gt;“You vile piece of scum! Just try to touch me and I will kill you! I have nothing more to lose. You have taken everything from me. The only way you will ever touch me again is over my dead body.”&lt;/em&gt; She watched as he lowered his head. She waited, almost hoping he would try so she could inflict as much pain on him as he had on her. Instead he got dressed and sat on the bed holding his head in his hands. She ran out of her room and out of her house and never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn’t happen to anyone ever, but it does. It happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I gave my heart to Jesus, God worked in my life to heal the wounds that were cut so deep. The first thing he did was give me a man who has the patience of a rock and an unwavering, unconditional love. That man is my husband. (And before you think that no human can do that this is to testify that a human can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993, I gave my life to Jesus. I learned about forgiveness and forgave my step-dad and my mother. My step-father had entered the Betty Ford Center back when I was 16 and had been sober ever since. He also found forgiveness through giving his life to Jesus. My mother, however, took another road by becoming a wiccan. When I told her that I forgave her, she said “It’s no big deal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I thought God was done there was more that was uncovered. Each time I thought it couldn’t hurt worse, the pain was excruciating. In 1998 I spent a year in that pain while God went deeper, taking out more junk and replacing it with his love and truth. I felt like I had finally reached a place of wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that God was not yet finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing disunity in our marriage, I went to the Real Life Marriage conference with the hope that Dh would hear and finally understand what he should be doing and basically what I could do to help him. I never expected that I would be the one to have open heart surgery---again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately the pain was there as if it had never gone away. I cried so hard at times I physically shook. God was showing me something and I didn’t want to see it. I just wanted to stop hurting. During a talk with S he asked, &lt;em&gt;“Have you given D your heart?”&lt;/em&gt; I paused and had to think. Did I? I married him, doesn’t that mean I gave him my heart? I looked at S and said, &lt;em&gt;“I don’t think so.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it all came to a head as God showed me my fear of intimacy. Sex was one thing. Being gentle and kind was completely different. When Dh would touch me in a gentle way it would literally cause me physical pain. Like being burned. Because of this, I did not enter our encounters feeling loving. It was more of having power over someone else. I couldn’t give myself to him unless it felt like he was taking from me. Oh how I cried and cried and cried. The hurting just wouldn’t end. &lt;em&gt;“Help me Please God Help me”&lt;/em&gt; was all I could say. It was like there were two sides of me warring together. One side was feeling hurt, pain, and angry feeding off the ugly words parading through my mind and the other side has a death grip hold on Jesus, wanting so much to feel love without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I believe in the Word. I believe God is sovereign, all-powerful. Did I truly believe in His mercy and grace? After the conference I can say, as real as I can, &lt;em&gt;I’m beginning to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not fully understand God’s mercy and grace in my life but what I do know is through His Son he reached out to me and pulled me out of the darkness. He gave me a husband who beyond my understanding has endured with me this journey that is my life. He gave me 3 healthy, beautiful daughters who have shown me what it means to be a child. They have shown me how to love, how to laugh, how to be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan wants my story to end before it's finished because each time I overcome God gets the glory. I can think of no better way to defeat the enemy than to tell him again and again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will the abuse go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will I carry on the abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will I keep my heart from my Dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will I keep my heart from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-3745565130383902796?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3745565130383902796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=3745565130383902796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3745565130383902796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3745565130383902796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-is-finisher-of-my-story.html' title='God is the finisher of my story'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-3972906685583939120</id><published>2008-03-12T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:26:19.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to See Marriage throughthe Eyes of Jesus</title><content type='html'>Darren and I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Generation-NeXt-Marriage-Couples-Together/dp/1590529103/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205370820&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Generation NeXt Marriage&lt;/a&gt;. We have only gotten through 2 chapters and already I have had some revealing thoughts about my attitude towards marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest impact in my thinking came from reading chapter 2 about my relationship role models. For better or worse my parents were my foundation in processing relationships. I went through my first divorce when I was 4-1/2. The second divorce happened when I was 16. It is at this age where my dd's are at now. If I think about it, it was about a year ago that I began thinking more seriously about where Darren and I were headed. It's like I couldn't think beyond the dc leaving the nest. More and more, I would think, &lt;em&gt;"Well, it's been a nice run. It's time to go our separate ways before one of us does something we really regret."&lt;/em&gt; I didn't even think if what I was thinking was truth or a lie, it just sounded "normal". Of course it didn't make me feel any better. The more I thought these things the more upset and angry I would become and of course I would take those feelings out on Dh. The more clueless he was the more it seemed to cement that we shouldn't keep trying in vain. How's that for rational thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the chapter I realized how much is still engrained in me from my parents. Darren and I started our life together agreeing we would take our vows seriously and not use divorce as a way out of troubled times. So isn't it interesting that it didn't even take troubled times for me to actually think divorce was the next step after our dd's prepare to leave the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted we do have some issues with communication and learning how to navigate middle age and teenagers and homeschooling and work and finances--but those things are normal relationship dilemma's. The one thing that is constant is that we do love each other. I told Darren that I do not have to look very deep at all into my heart to know that I love him. But things that are deep in my heart are creeping up to the surface and these are the things I need to see in the light of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to continuing to replace lies with truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-3972906685583939120?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3972906685583939120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=3972906685583939120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3972906685583939120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3972906685583939120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/03/learning-to-see-marriage-through-eyes.html' title='&lt;c&gt;Learning to See Marriage through&lt;br&gt;the Eyes of Jesus'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8703303776578271313</id><published>2008-03-05T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:34:43.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Austen Read-A-Thon</title><content type='html'>This past month, the girls and I read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had not read this book before. I was surprised to find that I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; liked it. Then we watched the movie, &lt;strong&gt;The Jane Austen Book Club&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a wonderful movie and it served to peak my interest greatly in reading Jane Austen's books, of which I have not read at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted on the &lt;a href="http://www.fiarhq.com/~gbprnhrz/forum/showthread.php?t=31310"&gt;FIAR boards&lt;/a&gt; if anyone else wanted to take on this endeaver of reading all 6 of Austen's novels over the next 6 months and I was pleasantly surprised and encouraged to have so many takers! We are having our discussions over at &lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoollounge.com/"&gt;The Homeschool Lounge&lt;/a&gt;. The group is called &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Book Nook&lt;/span&gt; and the discussion is called &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Jane Austen Book Club (Emma)&lt;/span&gt;. We will be in the Lounge Chat at the end of each month for a live, and hopefully lively, discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Our Reading Order for Jane Austen's Books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;March -- Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;April -- Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;May -- Mansfield Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;June -- Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;July -- Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;August -- Persuasion&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/7905050015689883216-8703303776578271313?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8703303776578271313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8703303776578271313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8703303776578271313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8703303776578271313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/03/jane-austen-read-thon.html' title='Jane Austen Read-A-Thon'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2859677121220240145</id><published>2008-01-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:02:22.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start for 2008</title><content type='html'>It's a new year! I hear it all the time, but time really does fly. This year I have chosen a word as my personal theme: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSEVERANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am great for starting things and then life and trials bog me down and hampers my follow through. This year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to get to a healthy weight.&lt;/strong&gt; I am starting off strong, losing 4 pounds already. I need to &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt; through each day so that in consistency I will see the results I am praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to read through the Bible.&lt;/strong&gt; Last year I tried this and only got through 6 weeks of the year. I need to &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt; each day to put aside time to read. It doesn't take long, I tell myself, and I have to remember that. Plus the benefit of doing so will far outweigh any perceived sacrifice I have to make in order to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go to the FIAR Conference.&lt;/strong&gt; I love the intimacy of this event. It truly equips me to be a better mom, wife, teacher, and friend. I need to &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt; through my finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go to the Extreme Marriage Makeover Conference.&lt;/strong&gt; This would be for both of us. I need to again &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt; through my finances. We have been together going on 24 years and we love each other deeply. However, who couldn't use a tune-up for the next 25 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to grow closer to Father. I want to know more of Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel in my spirit God is trying to tell me something and right now I don't quite know what it is. I feel discontent or slow or something...I don't even know what the word is to describe it. I just know there has to be more than what I am experiencing right now. In this I just need to &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt;, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-2859677121220240145?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2859677121220240145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2859677121220240145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2859677121220240145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2859677121220240145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/01/fresh-start-for-2008.html' title='A Fresh Start for 2008'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-208612937589920171</id><published>2007-08-13T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:17:09.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w198.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/1bb2a08b.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/?action=view&amp;current=1bb2a08b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-208612937589920171?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/208612937589920171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=208612937589920171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/208612937589920171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/208612937589920171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2860592327535600199</id><published>2007-08-13T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:17:59.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 6th Year Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RsB8prlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5FXqYLxanRA/s1600-h/1005497_00_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098211833701093378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RsB8prlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5FXqYLxanRA/s320/1005497_00_123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new school year begins today, Monday, August 13, 2007. I am very excited for this new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering our 6th year of homeschooling, I feel more relaxed than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's about getting easier, though. I think it's about finally learning what kind of teacher I am and having developed a deeper understanding of how each one of my dc learn best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am trying something new. I created my own American History study for high school. I'm using a collection of books for the girls to read that combine classics with some non-traditional non-fiction books from the library. They will also create a notebook timeline and notebook pages that draw out specific events and people. Along with this they will have essay questions to dig deeper and develop critical thinking and reasoning skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Semester Reading List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Land As God Made It, Jamestown and the Birth of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by James Horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Proceedings of the Virginia Convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Dredd Scott Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by D.J. Herda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1776&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by David McCullough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Scarlett Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Witch of Blackbird Pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Johnny Tremain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calico Captive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Matchlock Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Bulletproof George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Last of the Mohicans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd Semester Reading List:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A More Perfect Union&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of 1787&lt;/strong&gt; by David O. Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Tales of the Wild West&lt;/strong&gt; by Paul Robert Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Civil War: A to Z&lt;/strong&gt; by Norman Bolotin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause: Reconstruction Amercia 1863-1877&lt;/strong&gt; by Tonya Bolden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caddie Woodlawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spanish-American War&lt;/strong&gt; by Edward Dolan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey to Ellis Island: How my Father Came to America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gods &amp;amp; Generals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-2860592327535600199?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2860592327535600199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2860592327535600199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2860592327535600199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2860592327535600199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-6th-year-begins.html' title='Our 6th Year Begins!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RsB8prlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5FXqYLxanRA/s72-c/1005497_00_123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-310987928385808284</id><published>2007-07-21T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:01:43.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Season Dawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A couple days ago 16ydd obtained her driving permit! I have mixed feelings about this. First I am excited about this new season of her life. It is a definite line between being a child and becoming an adult. I mean, what could be more grown-up than being behind the wheel of a car?! On the flip-side, however, I am a little blue. Let's face it, my first-born is not a small child anymore. She is fast becoming an adult. Flapping her wings faster and faster to fly from her nest and check out the world for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I am preparing her rightly. I pray that her heart hears my heart and in some way realizes how hard this is for me to one day let her go. To let her become who God wants her to be. I pray that I am being a good mother to her now, and I pray that when it's time I will be a good adult friend/mentor to her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Congratulations, Amy! Get ready for another great chapter in your wonderful life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-310987928385808284?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/310987928385808284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=310987928385808284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/310987928385808284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/310987928385808284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-season-dawns.html' title='A New Season Dawns'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2842871260395949399</id><published>2007-07-14T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:48:38.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Art Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w198.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/cca3bd19.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/?action=view&amp;current=cca3bd19.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;You never know what is in the mind of an artist. They can be moody and fickle, but inside their minds are ideas that boggle the average person. I do not know what 16ydd found so exciting about drawing skeletons and gruesome figures but she spent hours penciling and shading. As she writes her novel she draws scenes and pictures of her characters as she sees them. Over a year ago she drew a self-portrait and a portrait of her sister. She's not that thrilled with them, but I told her you can always do it again and try for something you like better. Personally, I think they are beautiful. But like I said artists are moody and fickle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-2842871260395949399?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2842871260395949399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2842871260395949399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2842871260395949399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2842871260395949399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/amys-art-show.html' title='Amy&apos;s Art Show'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-8494610807733076556</id><published>2007-07-13T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:15:17.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rpckvfeo9VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jG2tL3BVvcs/s1600-h/1004213_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086574702460728658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rpckvfeo9VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jG2tL3BVvcs/s200/1004213_055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12ydn spent an afternoon constructing a homemade bow complete with arrows. He carefully chose branches that had fallen off our maple tree, found some yarn and fastened it onto the branch. Then he gathered a few more branches and using a knife made a groove in one end and a point in the other for the arrow.&lt;br /&gt;He called us out to see his masterpiece and showed us that it &lt;em&gt;really did work.&lt;/em&gt; He pulled back and let loose and it flew and came down to stick in the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys are so cool!!!&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/7905050015689883216-8494610807733076556?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8494610807733076556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=8494610807733076556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8494610807733076556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/8494610807733076556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/12ydn-spent-afternoon-constructing.html' title='A True Knight'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rpckvfeo9VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jG2tL3BVvcs/s72-c/1004213_055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-5442018933703271960</id><published>2007-07-08T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:29:44.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Teenagers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCNt2Tun7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/pk23yaQ2prU/s1600-h/1003625_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084719798113181618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCNt2Tun7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/pk23yaQ2prU/s200/1003625_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teenage girls are a mystery. Some days smiling and laughing. The next day, boo-boo faces. Too old for playing with dolls and skipping, but too young for other things. Caught in the middle they persevere through this season, as we all have had to do. I love being an active mentor in their lives. I love learning along with them the ups and downs of raising teenage girls. And yes, if I am to be honest, I sometimes long for the days when they were toddlers. For the most part I enjoy this season of their lives but look ahead with mixed emotions for when they are ready to leave the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCNuWTun8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cwksCCcdWgU/s1600-h/1004487_066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084719806703116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCNuWTun8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cwksCCcdWgU/s200/1004487_066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCL3WTun6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/plCDcMLf_0c/s1600-h/1002209_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-5442018933703271960?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5442018933703271960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=5442018933703271960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5442018933703271960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/5442018933703271960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/joy-of-teenagers.html' title='The Joy of Teenagers'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCNt2Tun7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/pk23yaQ2prU/s72-c/1003625_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-7032848216548693655</id><published>2007-07-08T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:55:37.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Botany Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCHe2Tun3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZoS4_CU4uz4/s1600-h/1002719_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084712943345377138" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCHe2Tun3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZoS4_CU4uz4/s320/1002719_086.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCHfmTun4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uPabXX34Id0/s1600-h/1004212_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084712956230279042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCHfmTun4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uPabXX34Id0/s320/1004212_054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9ydd planted Zinnia seeds and nurtured and cared for them. They sprouted in about 2 weeks. She watched excitedly waiting for the first flower to appear. Of course that took several more weeks to happen. But then once they started blooming the plant just exploded with color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-7032848216548693655?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7032848216548693655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=7032848216548693655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7032848216548693655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/7032848216548693655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/botany-lesson.html' title='Botany Lesson'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCHe2Tun3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZoS4_CU4uz4/s72-c/1002719_086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-6333492710382504153</id><published>2007-07-08T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:40:58.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Italiano!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 1: make the pizza dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFVmTunzI/AAAAAAAAADc/JRyDl7W9cJE/s1600-h/1001998_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084710585408331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFVmTunzI/AAAAAAAAADc/JRyDl7W9cJE/s200/1001998_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 2: spread on the sauce&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFV2Tun0I/AAAAAAAAADk/Fe_6m8ft2N8/s1600-h/1002004_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084710589703298882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFV2Tun0I/AAAAAAAAADk/Fe_6m8ft2N8/s200/1002004_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 3: layer on the toppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFWWTun1I/AAAAAAAAADs/nL8VR15_Wq8/s1600-h/1002005_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084710598293233490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFWWTun1I/AAAAAAAAADs/nL8VR15_Wq8/s200/1002005_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 4: after baking &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFWmTun2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/oWf90e6hCB8/s1600-h/1002007_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084710602588200802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFWmTun2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/oWf90e6hCB8/s200/1002007_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-6333492710382504153?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6333492710382504153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=6333492710382504153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6333492710382504153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6333492710382504153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/pizza-italiano.html' title='Pizza Italiano!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpCFVmTunzI/AAAAAAAAADc/JRyDl7W9cJE/s72-c/1001998_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-425420336395539113</id><published>2007-07-07T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:57:12.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storybook Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBIlGTunxI/AAAAAAAAADM/GJ3lGXiB5cc/s1600-h/1004703_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084643781487009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBIlGTunxI/AAAAAAAAADM/GJ3lGXiB5cc/s320/1004703_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9ydd and her friends attended a &lt;strong&gt;Missionette's Storybook Tea Time&lt;/strong&gt; event. There were six tables--&lt;em&gt;The Story of Ping, Madeline, Charlotte's Web, Raggedy Ann &amp; Andy, Littlest Pet Shop, and Disney Princesses&lt;/em&gt; (which is the table shown here). The tables were so nicely done and the girls were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBIlmTunyI/AAAAAAAAADU/lQSskAk7ndU/s1600-h/1004707_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084643790076944162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBIlmTunyI/AAAAAAAAADU/lQSskAk7ndU/s320/1004707_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tea Hostesses were dressed as Madeline, a Princess,&lt;br /&gt;and Raggedy Ann&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/7905050015689883216-425420336395539113?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/425420336395539113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=425420336395539113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/425420336395539113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/425420336395539113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/storybook-tea-time.html' title='Storybook Tea Time'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBIlGTunxI/AAAAAAAAADM/GJ3lGXiB5cc/s72-c/1004703_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-6760881075076802611</id><published>2007-07-07T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:58:43.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KICKIN' IT SOCCER STYLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEUmTunuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mJrJmfxwyjY/s1600-h/1003930_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084639099972656866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEUmTunuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mJrJmfxwyjY/s200/1003930_035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is 9ydd's first season playing soccer and I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have a soccer girl in the making!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEVmTunvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uOexHUCZy3c/s1600-h/1003932_037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084639117152526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEVmTunvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uOexHUCZy3c/s200/1003932_037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She ran and ran. The temps were unseasonably hot and&lt;br /&gt;the sweat poured off her. But she never complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Go Girl!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEV2TunwI/AAAAAAAAADE/iTmNMz26v5M/s1600-h/1004767_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084639121447493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEV2TunwI/AAAAAAAAADE/iTmNMz26v5M/s200/1004767_029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9yrdd with Coach (in the green)&lt;br /&gt;Look at that smile! She's ready for another season!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-6760881075076802611?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6760881075076802611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=6760881075076802611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6760881075076802611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6760881075076802611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/kickin-it-soccer-style.html' title='KICKIN&apos; IT SOCCER STYLE!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/RpBEUmTunuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mJrJmfxwyjY/s72-c/1003930_035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-4991347772731847118</id><published>2007-07-07T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:47:45.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day That Happens Once in a 1,000 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;07-07-07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;For posterity I felt it was important to have a journal entry on this day. Today was an uneventful day as far as activities goes, but somehow having the date be triple 7 made it seem so much more fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-4991347772731847118?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4991347772731847118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=4991347772731847118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4991347772731847118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/4991347772731847118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-that-happens-once-in-1000-years.html' title='A Day That Happens Once in a 1,000 Years'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-6013288127833763978</id><published>2007-06-25T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:21:26.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salato Wildlife Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w198.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/36b1c236.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa207/Wendy_hsmom/?action=view&amp;current=36b1c236.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-6013288127833763978?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6013288127833763978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=6013288127833763978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6013288127833763978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/6013288127833763978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/06/salato-wildlife-center.html' title='Salato Wildlife Center'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-3765739893785036494</id><published>2007-06-24T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:00:04.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In April,&lt;br /&gt;9ydd went to Lowe's to build her first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;squirrel/bird feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She hammered and hammered until finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn8jhkj-IPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dpRz1Qhxv4A/s1600-h/1002764_095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079817964354412786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn8jhkj-IPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dpRz1Qhxv4A/s200/1002764_095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn8jiEj-IQI/AAAAAAAAACs/CSkkOlz8hMc/s1600-h/1002769_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079817972944347394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn8jiEj-IQI/AAAAAAAAACs/CSkkOlz8hMc/s200/1002769_100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; The finished product!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7905050015689883216-3765739893785036494?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3765739893785036494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=3765739893785036494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3765739893785036494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/3765739893785036494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-april-megan-went-to-lowes-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn8jhkj-IPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dpRz1Qhxv4A/s72-c/1002764_095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-2856542698761941133</id><published>2007-06-24T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:02:08.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun where ever we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e20j-IDI/AAAAAAAAABE/FPMvyS8SozM/s1600-h/1003284_00_163_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079742463124316210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e20j-IDI/AAAAAAAAABE/FPMvyS8SozM/s320/1003284_00_163_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Osaga Orange Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We started going on field trips with other FIAR families in KY.&lt;br /&gt;In May we went to Old Fort Harrod with Cindy KY and her wonderful family. We had a great time...&lt;em&gt;in spite of the rain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e3Uj-IEI/AAAAAAAAABM/o7B5CGcSkWI/s1600-h/1003275_00_154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079742471714250818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e3Uj-IEI/AAAAAAAAABM/o7B5CGcSkWI/s320/1003275_00_154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; For true homeschoolers, class is always in session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e3kj-IFI/AAAAAAAAABU/P11eaxSdMzQ/s1600-h/1003257_00_139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079742476009218130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e3kj-IFI/AAAAAAAAABU/P11eaxSdMzQ/s320/1003257_00_139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Afterwards, 9ydd joyfully brought us all a drink of water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&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/7905050015689883216-2856542698761941133?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2856542698761941133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=2856542698761941133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2856542698761941133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/2856542698761941133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/06/having-fun-where-ever-we-go.html' title='Having fun where ever we go!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn7e20j-IDI/AAAAAAAAABE/FPMvyS8SozM/s72-c/1003284_00_163_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905050015689883216.post-1945041402938412055</id><published>2007-06-23T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:03:18.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn3rxEj-H9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i1ThnpoYPYY/s1600-h/1003294_00_172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079475183014518738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn3rxEj-H9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i1ThnpoYPYY/s320/1003294_00_172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing....&lt;/em&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were joined in marriage on May 14, 1988&lt;br /&gt;God truly brought two-halves together and made us one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn3rSEj-H8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H0sRb3u1qkw/s1600-h/1003294_00_172.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905050015689883216-1945041402938412055?l=shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1945041402938412055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905050015689883216&amp;postID=1945041402938412055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1945041402938412055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905050015689883216/posts/default/1945041402938412055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorelineofwisdom.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189980680099651938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ptXaF6YEUgM/Rn3rxEj-H9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i1ThnpoYPYY/s72-c/1003294_00_172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
