<?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-8436491287902349873</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:39:56.144-05:00</updated><category term='prompting of the Holy Spirit'/><category term='praying for children'/><category term='messages we send'/><category term='quiet correction'/><category term='love languages'/><category term='the wedding gift'/><category term='grace'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Marriage Moments'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='critics'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='traci'/><category term='Titus 2 Tuesday'/><category term='blog awards'/><category term='freedom'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-808071227664412050</id><published>2011-04-22T13:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:22:38.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sign Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glorious Day'/><title type='text'>Glorious Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was such a beautiful sign language version of one of my favorite Easter songs. May it bless you today. Turn up the volume and let the truth wash over you. (Whether through vibrations and watching or through sight and sound.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter precious Blogging Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ooUJ9N5w1Os?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-808071227664412050?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/808071227664412050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=808071227664412050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/808071227664412050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/808071227664412050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/glorious-day.html' title='Glorious Day!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ooUJ9N5w1Os/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7249537633833636826</id><published>2010-12-06T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:35:26.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seeing Past What It Seems"</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile I read something that just needs to be shared.  This is one of those posts. Thank you to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Amy Ables Lawson for speaking to my core today.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems"&gt;http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7249537633833636826?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7249537633833636826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7249537633833636826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7249537633833636826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7249537633833636826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems.html' title='&quot;Seeing Past What It Seems&quot;'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7547851924943303011</id><published>2010-12-04T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:03:00.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all of my "Virtual Friends &amp; Family!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/8AcOGzdi5cMv/8AcOGzdi5cMvcW/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1291485328000/0/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; 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Family!&quot;'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7054736016012171156</id><published>2010-02-12T01:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:14:35.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred echo'/><title type='text'>Planted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/S3TuYqEo6_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GrtMGM3kGMg/s1600-h/redwoods-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437232757521050610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/S3TuYqEo6_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GrtMGM3kGMg/s400/redwoods-lrg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being away from blogging for so long it is difficult to know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've typed, erased, typed, erased...so I think I'll just begin with a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a Christmas party awhile back. One of those with a gift exchange where everyone receives a number and then gets to choose or steal their gift. Each time a gift was opened the person who brought the gift would stand, introduce themselves, and tell why they brought what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift was chosen. It was a beautifully decorated and potted miniature pine tree. The woman who had brought the gift stood and introduced herself and then shared from her heart why she chose to bring this beautiful tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 had been a difficult year for her. As each new trial or difficulty presented itself; she began to feel buried in her circumstances. It was as if a new pile of dirt were being shoveled upon her head over and over with each new issue and emotional hurt. It was difficult to breathe or to see clearly and she began to cry out to God asking why He was allowing these suffocating circumstances. Then she read this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and provide for those who grieve in Zion-to bestow upon them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. &lt;strong&gt;They will be called, "oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord, for the display of His splendor." &lt;/strong&gt;Isaiah 61:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She realized she wasn't being buried; she was being planted. Planted by the Lord, for the display of His splendor.&lt;/em&gt; He was inviting her to to be rooted and established in Him rather than gasping for air on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first moment that I heard God's "sacred echo" (as Margaret Feinberg calls it.) God's drawing me back to writing and blogging. Not so much because I was feeling buried in the moment; but because He has taken great care in planting me, as He has you, for the display of His splendor. It is my prayer that His splendor would be displayed here in these electronic pages and with every word that I write or type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day there have been increasing nudges and echoes within; releasing my pen/keyboard. But it will most likely not be something scheduled for quite awhile; just as I am led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to each of you who has reached out, prayed for me, and encouraged me throughout these months off of blogging. Your e-mails and messages have blessed me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find yourself struggling for breath; buried in your circumstances or hurts, take heart. God may be at work, planting your roots deep enough to reach the steams of His living water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8436491287902349873-7054736016012171156?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7054736016012171156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7054736016012171156' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7054736016012171156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7054736016012171156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/planted.html' title='Planted'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/S3TuYqEo6_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GrtMGM3kGMg/s72-c/redwoods-lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8462530415159059143</id><published>2009-09-03T00:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:24:33.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where He Leads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember wondering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what people meant when they would say things like, "the Lord showed me..." or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"God told me..."  But gradually, over time, I have experienced it for myself.  As I sought the Lord and prayed for eyes to see and ears to hear; I have gained some understanding. (Only some...there is always more to learn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I share something that God has spoken to my heart; I am inviting you into a bit of my conversation with the Lord.  Prayer, to me, is like an on-going dialogue.  There is still great reverence as I enter His presence; but just as a child enters their father's presence, it is not all formalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have come to know God more; I want for Him to guide my steps.  I desire to be completely in His will so I talk with Him about many things.  Things perhaps that might seem trivial to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I was going out for a walk/run.  As I reached the end of my driveway, I asked, "Which way should I go this morning, Lord?"  It has become as natural as breathing to ask simple things like this.  Then I pause and wait for a direction to be impressed upon my mind.  If neither direction seems to be popping into my mind, I test it a little.  "This way Lord, should I take this path to the hill?"  and then again, I wait (it only takes a few seconds though...not like I am standing at the bottom of my driveway for 5 minutes in indecision.)  If I feel no specific leading, I choose on my own.  But there are days when I will feel impressed to take a certain direction.  Many of those times, I run into a neighbor that I haven't seen in awhile and I make it a point to stop and speak to those God brings into my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Beth Moore Simulcast this past weekend.  The woman is blessed with insight from the Lord and I always walk away from studies she has written, etc. wanting more of God so I was excited to go.  Friday night was awesome.  God had given her a message about our hearts desires (Psalm 37) and how there are times when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He moves past our hearts desires to get to the heart of our desire.&lt;/span&gt;  Good stuff.  How if our hearts desires line up with the Word of God and have stood the test of time but have not yet come to fruition that it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;either has to do with God's glory or our destiny.&lt;/span&gt;  Timely encouragement for many; myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;.  The air was heavy with humidity and it was all I could do to get out of bed.  As Beth moved through her sessions, I began to mentally drift....(Sorry Beth!  You were awesome!  It was just me!)...thoughts of a birthday party my daughter and I were going to attend, wondering if I had hung up my shirt to dry that I had just washed or if it might end up getting shrunk in the dryer...but as I drifted in and out of focusing on the message, I began to want to get to the heart of something that has been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling that God has been wanting me to take some time off of blogging.  But I haven't wanted to...so I was praying about it.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, do you want for me to slow down with my blogging?  Maybe just post on Mondays or maybe just the Titus 2 Tuesdays?&lt;/span&gt;" I prayed.  All kinds of thoughts about what I would miss if I stopped blogging and reading blogs rushed to my mind.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely you don't want for me to completely stop right now...I'm really enjoying these relationships you've led me to develop...I can see how you are using this blog for good...a couple of these bloggers really need encouragement right now; I don't want to leave them hanging..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, (I kid you not) Beth Moore yells (as she was making a point), &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"STOP IT!!!  Don't slow down; don't do it a little!  STOP IT!!"&lt;/span&gt;  She was defining the meaning of "Be still" in Psalm 46:10 vs. in Psalm 37:7  and showing how the definitions differ slightly in the Hebrew.  I sat there stunned for a minute and then silently prayed, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was for me wasn't it Lord?  That is what you've been trying to tell me.  To STOP blogging for awhile and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; before you more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aren't you glad that God isn't sarcastic?  If He was you can bet His answer would have been, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You think?!?!?!  How much louder could I have said it for you???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it was as if I were released from something and peace flooded my soul.  This verse came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"See!  The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.  Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.  The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."  Song of Solomon 2:11-13&lt;/span&gt;  (emphasis my own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that moment; this Scripture has been affirmed to me three times.  My husband mentioned to me on a walk that God had given this Scripture to him.  (The first part...not the "darling/beautiful" part ;) I had not mentioned it to him and quite honestly was surprised that he would mention a verse from Song of Solomon!)  And two of my blogging friends that I know IRL and on line both used this passage in a post since then.  Each time I have read the verse I feel the same peace that this is His path for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I am choosing to follow where He is leading with this - beginning immediately after I hit "Publish."  This will be it for awhile; until He leads me back here to write again.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not sensing that this is meant to be a "forever STOP," but rather a block of time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will no doubt miss our conversations and I do anticipate that I will continue reading posts here and there.  I just won't be commenting as regularly as I normally do.  You are welcome to leave me messages (or e-mail me), prayer requests, etc. here off and on if you choose or want to respond to a comment I leave on a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked Bethany at &lt;a href="http://happyascanb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happyascanbe&lt;/a&gt; to host the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titus 2 Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt; in my absence.  I know she will do an amazing job and if you don't already "know" her, I encourage you to stop by and introduce yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and keep you.  May He make His face shine upon you and give you peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much "Bloggy" love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I will be speaking at the upcoming MOPS International Convention (at a break out session.)  If you are going to be there; I'd love to meet up with some of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8462530415159059143?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8462530415159059143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8462530415159059143' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8462530415159059143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8462530415159059143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-he-leads.html' title='Where He Leads'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7317841914835989301</id><published>2009-09-01T18:36:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:36:29.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - True Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My life has been touched by so many here in the blogging world.  I know many of us have said this, but it is simply amazing how connected you can feel to those who you have never met face to face!  Today I am honoring several of you who have been a blessing in my life in one way or another throughout this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to &lt;a href="http://thesecretlifeofanamericanwifeandmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thesecretlifeofanamericanwifeandmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Secret Life of an American Wife and Mom&lt;/a&gt; for passing on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Heart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loyal Friend and Visitor &lt;/span&gt;awards to me.  She has such a heart for the Lord and for her family I can see why someone passed them on to her!  Thank you again girl!  I'm blessed to call you my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sp20YVg2atI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9jcGflQ_Rb8/s1600-h/True+Heart+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sp20YVg2atI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9jcGflQ_Rb8/s400/True+Heart+Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376651860335028946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"those who receive this award are of the sweetest nature. they are kind, friendly, funny, loving, eager to share their love for Jesus with others, and brave in their efforts to reflect Him to this darkened world. they are the kind of folks you're blessed to know, even if it's only in the bloggy-sphere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sp21XB614eI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uXlwktzFJcU/s1600-h/loyalfriendaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sp21XB614eI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uXlwktzFJcU/s400/loyalfriendaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376652937407095266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These ladies are all fabulous and I hope that if you see an unfamiliar name/blog that you will stop by and get to know them!  You'll be glad that you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeneil at&lt;a href="http://rhemashope.wordpress.com/"&gt; Autism in a Word&lt;/a&gt; - Her husband has just deployed to Iraq; if you have a favorite Scripture I would love it if you'd leave it in her comment section and show her some extra "blogger love" today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daughter of the King&lt;/a&gt; - I love Dawn's zest for God and life - it is contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farmgirlpaints.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farmgirl Paints&lt;/a&gt; - Becky is awesome; I love her creativity &amp;amp; her authenticity of faith and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eddins4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eddins 4&lt;/a&gt; - You all got to "meet" Belinda previously when she guest posted; so you probably already know and love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happyascanb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happyascanbe&lt;/a&gt; - One of the sweetest bloggers I've met; so full of hope and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://offthebeatentrek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Off the Beaten Trek&lt;/a&gt; - Rosel is a nurse in a correctional facility.  Her faith and Christ's love flows so freely through this beautiful vessel of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jewelsinmycrownsomeday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jewels In My Crown...Someday&lt;/a&gt; - Gretchen's Gladitude posts are one of my Monday highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tris-adventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Once Upon a Miracle&lt;/a&gt; - Rachel has such a rich blend of laughter and love in her posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grace Talk With Daveda&lt;/a&gt; - God's hand is evident upon this beautiful friend of mine.  She is passionate about sharing God's gift of grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifebythecreek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life By The Creek&lt;/a&gt; - Whenever Pam comments before me somewhere it is amazing that I always feel like just writing, "ditto!"  She and I are constantly tracking together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pure Wells &lt;/a&gt;- Kathryn speaks God's truth with boldness and grace.  If you are ready to dive deeper; check her blog out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leliachealey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Write From the Heart&lt;/a&gt; - Lelia is such a gifted writer and communicator!  I always leave her posts moved in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://focused-on-the-center.blogspot.com/"&gt;Focused on the Center &lt;/a&gt;- Shannon is so real about her faith.  She invites you to be real as you move closer in your relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenitynow4amanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serenity Now - A Mommy's Solution to Staying Sane&lt;/a&gt; - Amanda has a mixture of home decor, projects, fun children moments, and laughter.  If you get a chance, read &lt;a href="http://serenitynow4amanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-ah-ah-ah-stayin-alive-while-canning.html"&gt;this post! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joybug56-denimlace.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Joy of Denim and Lace &lt;/a&gt;- When I think about meditating on Scripture, Joybug comes to mind.  She is a woman of the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristiristi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Even Till the End of Time&lt;/a&gt; - This sweet friend (IRL) always reminds me of the sweet power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennifer-ashesforbeauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trading Ashes for Beauty&lt;/a&gt; - Jennifer has such beautiful depth to offer.  I love her Thankful Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunshineandsprinkles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine and Sprinkles &lt;/a&gt;- Absolutely and adorably in love God and a Coastie - her blog never looks the same every time you visit!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://casiphiadew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stand Firm for Christ &lt;/a&gt;- Just getting to know this blogger, but her title says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorablogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Take Me The Way I Am&lt;/a&gt; - I love Lora's obvious love of the Lord, people, fun, &amp;amp; food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hisgirlamber.com/"&gt;His Girl &lt;/a&gt;- Amber is creative, witty, and she actually gets paid to tell children about Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlinaglasshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl in a Glass House&lt;/a&gt; - This blog is powerful in so many ways.  Not only is each post inspiring and thought provoking; but there is amazing depth to the comment section as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., there are more that I could easily list; but I will leave a few for these fabulous ladies to pass the awards on to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman? ALL of us can learn something from one another. Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=4751" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7317841914835989301?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7317841914835989301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7317841914835989301' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7317841914835989301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7317841914835989301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/titus-2-tuesday-true-hearts.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - True Hearts'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7148315332375160014</id><published>2009-08-27T22:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:18:23.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SpdNm3kZSRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x9CFDgiujmc/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SpdNm3kZSRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x9CFDgiujmc/s400/IMG_3124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374850010436946194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time in waiting rooms this week.  Many a television was on - some with sound; some without.  One in particular stood out to me.  It was turned on to a "reality" t.v. show.  Have you ever watched a reality t.v. show without sound?  With sound it can be bad enough; without sound and reading the closed captioning...wow.  Try it sometime.  There is something about words being written down rather than carelessly spoken that amplifies the negativity and harshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about the words that I speak to my family.  All throughout the day as I spoke I would "see" the words (in my mind) that I had just spoken as if they were in closed captioning...powerful stuff.  It was as if God were revealing to me the messages that I was writing on the hearts of those that I love.  Some were powerful in a good way; while others were messages that I would never intentionally write on their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so very many Scriptures on the power of the tongue.  (All listed are NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.&lt;/span&gt;"  Proverbs 18:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of judgment."&lt;/span&gt; Proverbs 10:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For, Whoever would love life and see good days must keep his tongue from evil and his lips from deceitful speech.&lt;/span&gt;" I Peter 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those verses that I listed (and there are so very many more!) the first one jumped off the page to me.  I am so careful about the foods I prepare for my children.  I wash their fruits and vegetables; we eat hormone and additive free as much as we can.  But what about the fruit of my words that my children are digesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a humbling week for me in many ways.  God is at work refining me - it is a continual process - as it is for all of us.  His love and grace are ever present and offered freely.  I need not strive in my own strength; but rest in His.  I am thankful for the process.  The words my children are reading on their hearts from my lips are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He must become greater; I must become less. "&lt;/span&gt;  John 3:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My tongue will speak of your righteousness and of your praises all day long."  Psalm 35:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel &amp;amp; Keystone~God has brought you both to mind several times in this thought process of mine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7148315332375160014?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7148315332375160014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7148315332375160014' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7148315332375160014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7148315332375160014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-lips.html' title='Reading Lips'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SpdNm3kZSRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x9CFDgiujmc/s72-c/IMG_3124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8612931764883586386</id><published>2009-08-25T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:12:09.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love Defined</title><content type='html'>It seems I am taking an "unintentional blogging break" this week!  It is a combination of running around town to Dr., dentist, and eye Dr. appointments and my husband trying out a partial "working from home" option...sounded awesome until I realized that meant no computer time for me... ;)  So please be patient as we find yet another "new normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've had a chance to be re-reading (in the waiting areas) Francis Chan's book "Crazy Love."  In one section of the book he is discussing what God's definition is of "love" and he lists I Corinthians 13:4-8, 13 (ESV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.  Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  Love never ends... faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks us to insert our own names in the place of the word "love" within those verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shanda is patient and kind; Shanda does not envy or boast..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, try it with your own name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like Francis, I realized my "lack of" as I inserted my name.  For me it was between the "does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful..." PERFECT reminder for me as we (our family) moves forward into the "new normal" of school, partially working from home, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot, in our "human" state, love perfectly without knowing the true love of Jesus Christ and allowing His love to flow through us to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am praying for His love to flow through me anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He must become greater; I must become less. "&lt;/span&gt;  John 3:30 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ's Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8612931764883586386?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8612931764883586386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8612931764883586386' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8612931764883586386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8612931764883586386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-love-defined.html' title='Real Love Defined'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5418464001771760549</id><published>2009-08-21T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:54:20.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cool Kids</title><content type='html'>My kids just went back to school. It always amazes me how they want to both "fit in" and yet "stand out."  They want to be noticed as unique, cool, or special in some way...but still not stand out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;.  If you "stand out" in the wrong way at school; you get picked on.   Although those days were long ago for me, I find that I occasionally still struggle with the same thing-socially and as a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to stand out for Christ; and yet maybe not so much that we are looked at as an "alien" but as unique, cool, and special. However, even in the Bible we are told that this world is not our home.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world..." I Peter 2:11a&lt;/span&gt; (NIV)  I don't think it will be long before those who are living for Christ will look a bit more like the "alien" in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today on the phone my husband and I were talking about how it is easier to "let your light shine" a little.  (Especially at work.) You know that old kids song, "This Little Light of Mine?"  by Bill Harley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Little Light of Mine, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Gonna Let it Shine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Hide it under a bushel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!  I'm gonna let it shine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing how sometimes it's easier to tip the bushel up a little and let just the light flow out here and there - you know, when you 're talking with other believers in Christ.  Then to conveniently let the bushel drop back down a bit when you're speaking with others who might not believe in Jesus.  Not that you are cursing or telling crude jokes; but that you are being more of a "subtle" Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fine line to "fit in" and to "stand out" isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you really be yourself when you're trying to do both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony here is that most of the "cool kids" (socially speaking) are those who are just being themselves.  They aren't concerned what everyone else is thinking about them all of the time; they are just themselves.  That is what makes them cool.  There is no one else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who can be them&lt;/span&gt; no matter how they try.  And people sure try, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that we can't "fit in" and "stand out" as Christians in this world.  We aren't meant to completely "fit" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends, this world is not your home, so don't make yourselves cozy in it. Don't indulge your ego at the expense of your soul. Live an exemplary life among the natives so that your actions will refute their prejudices. Then they'll be won over to God's side and be there to join in the celebration when he arrives&lt;/span&gt;."  I Peter 2:11-12 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30552"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever.&lt;/span&gt;  I John 2:15-17 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created each of us as an original masterpiece; "just be yourself...you'll be great!" And let the light that is within you shine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/So7p_06ZCgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AHdHRzdRgZo/s1600-h/IMG00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/So7p_06ZCgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AHdHRzdRgZo/s400/IMG00021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372488688244165122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to school this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just be yourself; you'll be great" taken from Grace Talk With Daveda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5418464001771760549?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5418464001771760549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5418464001771760549' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5418464001771760549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5418464001771760549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/hide-it-under-bushel.html' title='The Cool Kids'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/So7p_06ZCgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AHdHRzdRgZo/s72-c/IMG00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1868396111340418954</id><published>2009-08-19T23:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:50:30.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Hearts - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, I want to thank everyone who commented yesterday.  I am constantly blown away by the ways that God works in and through the body of Christ.  Thank you for standing alongside; for the virtual hugs, the Scriptures, and the encouragement that was offered.  He is renewing me with His love and grace - part of which flowed through many of you in the comment section yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEJdFLErI/AAAAAAAAATk/6e0aOUKiW8s/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEJdFLErI/AAAAAAAAATk/6e0aOUKiW8s/s400/IMG_1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371884122250351282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my husband and son went on a "Wild Heart Weekend."  A group of men and their boys from our church retreated to a lodge away from the business of everyday life and spent some time being intentional about bonding - with each other and with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe enough can be said about the impact this kind of weekend has on the lives of fathers and sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by a company of men, my son was inspired to attempt things he had never accomplished and became more confident in things he was already familiar with.  He got to see grown men singing praises to their Father around a campfire, sharing burdens and praying with one another, and just goofing off and having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He came home a little braver, a little stronger, a little more independent, and along with some very large bug bites; an increased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowledge that he was loved and valued by his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my son climbing the rock wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEJzUO5tI/AAAAAAAAATs/f8memP8KII4/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEJzUO5tI/AAAAAAAAATs/f8memP8KII4/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371884128219096786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making it to the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEKTGYpWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SpQLB5OXoyY/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEKTGYpWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SpQLB5OXoyY/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371884136750949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozJmETZNfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UAVy-4mX-jY/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozJmETZNfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UAVy-4mX-jY/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371890111373456882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is crossing to do the zip line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEKr49abI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ohN9yriU2G4/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEKr49abI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ohN9yriU2G4/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371884143405525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A part of the company of men, my husband was encouraged and inspired in his roles as a man, a father, and a son himself.  He was refreshed, energized, and at peace with the wild heart that God has bestowed upon him.  There was time on the drive to talk and to listen to the heart of his 7 year old.  There were moments to be able to praise, encourage, and speak life into his son.  There were opportunities to speak openly with other men about the struggles of this life.  There were moments to gaze at the stars and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;the presence of His Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He came home a little braver, a little stronger, a little less dependent on the voices of the world, and along with some very large bug bites; an increased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowledge that he was loved and valued by his Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozJzAxsCaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UWlvsqVaVVw/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozJzAxsCaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UWlvsqVaVVw/s400/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371890333765077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More "retreat" thoughts to come in Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be strengthened through His love &amp;amp; grace today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1868396111340418954?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1868396111340418954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1868396111340418954' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1868396111340418954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1868396111340418954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/wild-hearts-part-1.html' title='Wild Hearts - Part 1'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SozEJdFLErI/AAAAAAAAATk/6e0aOUKiW8s/s72-c/IMG_1364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-140203013614778839</id><published>2009-08-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:00:01.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouragement</title><content type='html'>Irony.  Such a profound word, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've been struggling with discouragement.  And probably, if I am honest with myself, jealousy as well.  The crazy thing is that I've just recently written posts on "where is your focus?" and also one on "encouragement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the irony is that I realized that I had just posted on those two topics and  laughed out loud.  In the midst of discouragement; laughter.  Although there wasn't any real happiness or joy to be had in my heart in that moment; I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not normally one to get discouraged or depressed.  My mind tends to operate in more of a logical state than an emotional one.  So why the discouragement?  What is at the root of my emotional state?  As I sat and reflected, asking myself that question, many things flooded to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be further along with the curriculum for girls than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have lost more weight than I have at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get the entire house clean at the same time and although I know that isn't the most important thing in life; it's kind of driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense my husband's building frustration with his work and I can't fix it for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The over-riding theme - failure; with a hint of hopelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I ever finish this curriculum?  And even if I do will it be any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever lose this weight or will I have to concede and buy larger clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get my house back in order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my husband get a new job or will this one ever turn around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As I delved deeper it hit me. These thoughts are not from God.  This heaviness of spirit is not of Him.  I know truth.  I know hope that far outweighs the struggles of this life; why am I dwelling here in this discouraged place?  It's not making me feel any better.  It's not solving anything.  Most likely it is the enemy of my soul trying to distract me from something that God has to show me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to pray.  I prayed for forgiveness for allowing myself to agree with these negative thoughts.  I prayed against the enemy of my soul.  I prayed specifically for each of those areas laying them anew at the feet of the cross.  I began to pour out my fears and my hopes before Him about each area.  I prayed for my husband.  That God would encourage his heart.  That He would allow me to be an encouragement to him and that our house (regardless of it's complete cleanliness) would be as an oasis in a desert to him each day as he came home.  That God would make a way - whether it would be a new job or through this job- for him to enjoy his position and I thanked God for providing for our needs.  I had a good cry (which I almost never do - except when I am at MOPS...;) ) and I just rested in His presence and His covering for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized it was getting late and I hadn't written a post for tomorrow yet.  I began to pray that God would give me something to share and He prompted my heart with one last glimpse of irony; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding peace &amp;amp; rest in Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-140203013614778839?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/140203013614778839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=140203013614778839' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/140203013614778839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/140203013614778839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/discouragement.html' title='Discouragement'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1745230287594078024</id><published>2009-08-18T10:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:42:01.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrapped in love'/><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesady - Wrapped in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today my thoughts are drawn to a sweet friend, &lt;a href="http://www.wrappedinlove.net/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;.  She is someone who just exudes joy and faith.  I have known her and her family now for a few years.  We were pregnant together for a brief time and I have greatly enjoyed watching her family grow.  They have three adorable little boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my husband and I were surprised by an announcement that she and her husband made:  they are being led to adopt!  They are walking this adoption journey in faith, trusting that God has a perfect plan for their family and for this sweet girl who will be becoming a part of their family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have known other families who have gone through adoption to ensure that they would have a daughter added to their mix; I can say with confidence that it is more for Nikki and her husband than just "making sure they have a girl."  They are passionate about God's leading their family and they are taking each new step in faith.  The love that God has already given them for this unknown daughter is beautiful and it is exciting to be able to be a part of His move in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has prompted me to be open and seeking His will for my life (our families lives) even if the direction is different than I may have been expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.wrappedinlove.net/"&gt;Nikki,&lt;/a&gt; for sharing the journey with us and being such a beautiful reflection of God's love for each of His adoptive children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman? ALL of us can learn something from one another. Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=3753" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1745230287594078024?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1745230287594078024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1745230287594078024' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1745230287594078024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1745230287594078024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/titus-2-tuesady-wrapped-in-love.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesady - Wrapped in Love'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3827006594652077931</id><published>2009-08-16T14:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:56:18.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Card</title><content type='html'>It seems now-a-days men have (or  perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;) a "man card."  I've heard references to "the man card" on a few movies/shows along the way - normally, "the losing of a man card" when a man chooses to leave the "manly world" of sports, parties, shows emotion or chooses to go do something that their wife has requested or to take care of their children.  The idea that somehow a man has to earn his right into a card carrying fraternity of "real" men and then must follow a set of "manly rules" or their card is revoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-mall.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-mall.html"&gt;Billy Coffee&lt;/a&gt; got me thinking about "Man Cards."  Basically, Billy got "told off" for holding the door for a woman at the mall.  She didn't just exchange words with him; she was LOUD.  She was intentional about causing a scene so that others might see the display and perhaps it might cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other men&lt;/span&gt; NOT to hold doors for women as if it were an insult to the female gender &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to need&lt;/span&gt; someone to hold the door for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the post got me thinking and down right bothered that the voices of those who are in opposition to all that is good (and often holy) are so much louder and intentionally projected for all to see and hear.  That what is meant to be good is becoming so distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a woman of means, I believe I would have went out and bought a slew of gift cards (maybe to Home Depot, a Bass Pro shop, a good local eatery, etc..  Somewhere that most men might enjoy going to) and I would have gone to the mall in search of men who would hold a door for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd smile and thank them and pass out my modified version of "man cards" to encourage men that although we may not be loud; there is quite a large group of women who still&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; greatly appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the behavior of a gentleman.  No, we probably don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; for you to hold the door open for us; but we appreciate the respect and kindness that it is meant to be to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm not a woman of means...I guess I'll have to settle with smiling, thanking, and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the men who may read this post:&lt;/span&gt;  I pray that God would reveal to your heart that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He alone holds your masculinity.&lt;/span&gt;  No man (or woman for that matter) can remove that gift from your Heavenly Father to you.  May you embrace the strength, power, and love that being a Godly man brings.  This world (and feminine hearts) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; husbands and fathers who will embrace their masculinity as the head of their households through Christ's love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk: be intentional about opening the door (be it the door at work, the store, or the car door for your wife.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the ladies who may read this post:  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that we would all (myself included) learn more fully what it means to respect the men in our lives.  May we appreciate the masculinity that God has bestowed and build it up rather than tear it down.  May we embrace our own feminine hearts and come alongside of our husbands as they take risks as leaders in our households.  May our households be strengthened through Christ's love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk:  The next time a male opens the door for you; smile and thank him.  Not because we are too weak or need them to do it for us; but because they have taken the time and made the effort out of respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An excellent book for both men and women to read on the masculine heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wild at Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by John Eldridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not take a stand for that which is good (and also for that which is holy); who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down."&lt;/span&gt; Proverbs 14:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God."&lt;/span&gt;  I Corinthians 11:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3827006594652077931?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3827006594652077931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3827006594652077931' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3827006594652077931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3827006594652077931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-card.html' title='The Man Card'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-4405688059902274295</id><published>2009-08-10T21:45:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:02:57.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday -The Hollowness of Outer Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm late out of the gate this morning!  Littlest One was up and down all through the night last night.  Hopefully he is not coming down with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back to School" is in the air!  As I was prayerfully considering who to write about today; it seemed fitting to honor one of the wonderful women of faith that my children have the opportunity to learn from at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bit of a side note; one of the reasons we have continued to send our children to Christian School is the fabulous role models that are ever present before them.  Not only the faculty and staff; but our school connects some of the older students to the younger ones to encourage, pray for, and to be an example to.  My daughter especially has been deeply impacted by these relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be honoring the Principal of my children's school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Underwood.&lt;/span&gt;  I love this woman for so very many reasons, but especially because she is passionate about the children coming into a relationship with Jesus Christ and growing in His knowledge and grace through His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is intentional about forming relationships with the children.  Every morning she meets with them all in the gymnasium before school begins and she does fun trivia questions and challenges with them and they pray together before dismissing to their classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is often their chapel speaker (they have chapel once a week.)  The "theme verse" for this past year was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Colossians 2:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Underwood spent several chapel times going over the application of that verse in practical ways.  One particular day, she focused on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Hollowness of Outer Beauty." &lt;/span&gt; As an illustration, she brought in a Barbie-type doll and several magazine covers.  She showed the value that is placed on our outer appearance and how many spend  most of their money and time in pursuit of a beautiful outer appearance (with their person and belongings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she cut the doll in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that correctly.  She definitely had my attention - and every child in the room.  She called one of the children up to tell everyone what was inside of the doll.  "Nothing," the child responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeded, in her soft and tender way, to talk to all of us about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world deceives us.&lt;/span&gt;  We are bombarded with images and messages that tell us that if we can obtain outer beauty that we will be happy.  Be fulfilled.  Be complete.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet those claims are hollow&lt;/span&gt;.  Those things alone are not enough to bring us contentment and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True fulfillment comes only through relationship with our creator.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While outer beauty is not wrong; it is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;  On it's own, it is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to discuss with the children how we can be filled by God's love for us.  That His love shines brightly inside of us and causes us to be beautiful from the inside out.  When we know His love and peace, we can offer beauty to all that we come in contact with.  Not the hollow beauty that only makes others feel less about themselves; but the kind of beauty that brings peace and love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a message I desire for my daughter to take to heart.  To learn young so she is not constantly striving to be someone or something that she is not; but that she can embrace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; that God has created her to be.  And honestly, it was a great reminder to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to reading your Titus 2 Posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*It is important to note that chapel is separated by grade levels so although this message was deeply meaningful to my second grade daughter; it may not be appropriate for a younger child who could not grasp the accompanied meaning.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman? ALL of us can learn something from one another. Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=3185" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-4405688059902274295?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4405688059902274295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=4405688059902274295' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4405688059902274295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4405688059902274295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/titus-2-tuesday-are-you-hollow.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday -The Hollowness of Outer Beauty'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8438049632230924742</id><published>2009-08-10T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:54:51.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Encourages You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="height: 125px; width: 125px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.incourage.me/images/incourage-button.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayspring has launched a new website to &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;(In)Courage&lt;/a&gt; Christian Women.  There are several amazing writers that will be contributing to the site and I am sure it will be a tremendous blessing to many!  You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they are inviting bloggers to answer the question, "What Encourages You?"  You can link up and enter for a chance to win a limited edition t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;While I am often blessed by the smiles, laughter, and words of others; I was intrigued by the way that the title of their new site plays on the word "encourage."  The emphasis is placed really on "what brings you courage?"  As I thought through what it is that brings me courage each day in the many roles that I hold, the following things came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The example of Godly men &amp;amp; women in the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;  Currently, I find myself drawn to Daniel, Esther, and Abraham.  Each of them were faithful and obedient in their walk with God.  Each took a stand in the face of danger and/or the unknown.  They looked to God for their approval and were willing to die rather than to walk away from what God had called them to do.  Their courage stands as an encouragement to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Other Christ followers who I know IRL and on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;  I am blessed to have amazing Christian men and women in my life who speak life and truth to me.  Those who allow me to be real and open and who are transparent enough to be real with me as well.  Transparency requires humility; but it is so worth it in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Husband.&lt;/span&gt;  One of the prayers that I pray daily for my children is that they will marry someone who will draw out their gifts, support them in developing them, and push them to be all that God intended for them to be.  (I pray that my children would do the same for their spouse as well.)  My husband encourages and pushes me to be courageous and step out in faith when I am prompted and he does his best to equip me for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage has gone through ups and (some very large) downs.  But as we have grown in our relationships with the Lord and one another; it has given us courage to push our "marriage" to being all that God designed it to be.  If you are needing encouragement in your marriage; &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/renewing-your-marriage.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;  God is a God of restoration.  Through Him all things are possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that (In)Courages you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8438049632230924742?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8438049632230924742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8438049632230924742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8438049632230924742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8438049632230924742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-encourages-you.html' title='What Encourages You?'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8876181066739635820</id><published>2009-08-06T11:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:02:52.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus on God&apos;s hand or his face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trusting in God&apos;s provision'/><title type='text'>Where Is Your Focus?</title><content type='html'>I greatly enjoy photography.  Although I am not an excellent photographer; occasionally, I am able to capture amazing pictures.  One day, (when I no longer have a two year old...) I hope to pursue this hobby more fully.  One thing that God recently revealed to me has to do with my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In photography when you are using a higher range/grade lens, you can only focus on one image at a time.  Take a look at the photos below that my husband took of me while we are at Ruby Falls.  I was closer to him; the falls were behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnrzPlbZXvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PedR_mGWHbc/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnrzPlbZXvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PedR_mGWHbc/s400/IMG_3230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869355035975410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had focused in on the falls here hoping to catch me on the side...Now look what happened when he focused on me with the falls in the background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnrzP4qkvPI/AAAAAAAAATc/hpXDTo_OeZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnrzP4qkvPI/AAAAAAAAATc/hpXDTo_OeZ4/s400/IMG_3228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869360199908594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yes, this is me in all of my "camping glory" a.k.a. NO make-up...feel the love here people that I am willing to post a non-make up photo... ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see; he was unable to focus in on both the falls and me.  Either the Falls or myself lost clarity respectively.   Yes, if he were further away from both myself and the falls he could probably have captured both together; but the walkway only went a short distance back AND the photo would have lost the details that only a close up can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God revealed to my heart was that when I draw close to Him; c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose enough to rest in the Shadow of the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must choose what I will focus on.  Am I going to focus on His outstretched hand -  as a demanding child only looking for His provision.  Or am I going to focus on His face - locking my gaze with His and trusting in His love for me; trusting that He will perfect and provide for all that concerns me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are up close; we must choose our focus.  When we are far enough away to see both; we are too far away to experience either fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's job is going through a lot of changes right now.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many of us&lt;/span&gt; are walking one step at a time right now, waiting for God to shed His light onto our next steps.  But let's face it; most of us have difficulty waiting for God's provision.  We pray, cast our cares upon him...and then when it seems that God is not providing right away, our focus shifts and we find ourselves staring at His hand wondering if He has forgotten somehow to provide for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recently reminded me to lift my gaze.  To keep my focus where it needs to be.  To allow Him to perfect that which concerns me because He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; at work and He sees the bigger picture of what we (my family &amp;amp; I) need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book of Daniel, we catch a glimpse of a Godly man who has petitioned God daily seemingly without a response.  For three weeks Daniel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humbles himself and prays daily.  &lt;/span&gt;Then(Chapter 10) an angel appears to him.  The angels tells Daniel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not be afraid, Daniel.  From the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before the God, your words were heard and I have come in response to them. But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty one days."&lt;/span&gt; (10:12-13) The angel goes on to answer Daniel's petition to the Lord and he tells Daniel to be at peace and to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we "set our minds to gain understanding and humble ourselves before God,"  He hears our petitions.  He is at work even now answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of what God was revealing to my own heart, was that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I get so focused on His hand of provision; I am NOT walking in humility.&lt;/span&gt;  Instead, as a demanding child, I just continually ask the same question without allowing my father to respond.  In those moments, I am not "setting my mind to understanding His will;" I'm simply demanding my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this post is not "pretty," revealing my own shortcomings in both a Spiritual and physical sense;  I pray that it would draw you to lift your gaze to the beauty of His face and to trust in God's love and provision in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8876181066739635820?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8876181066739635820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8876181066739635820' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8876181066739635820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8876181066739635820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-your-focus.html' title='Where Is Your Focus?'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnrzPlbZXvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PedR_mGWHbc/s72-c/IMG_3230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-4028705602283982016</id><published>2009-08-05T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:40:41.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "New"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnkLNbjYSqI/AAAAAAAAATM/wd8F_Rwqo2Y/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnkLNbjYSqI/AAAAAAAAATM/wd8F_Rwqo2Y/s400/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366332756351011490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent some time going through the bin of left over school supplies to see what we could recycle for the upcoming school year.  Then we waded through "the list" that the school puts out of required items.  Either I had no clue what my parents did for us each year or things have gotten a lot more complicated over time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending almost an hour sorting and making my combined grade level shopping list, the kids and I set off on the official "school supply shopping trip!"  It is always fun for me to see how excited they get about finding a composition notebook with flare, a cool looking (flexible) ruler and Kleenex boxes with unique designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are about to begin fresh once again.  As &lt;a href="http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/2009/08/staples-and-human-condition.html"&gt;Billy Coffee&lt;/a&gt; so eloquently put it, "...summer vacation is the Great Eraser, three months of sunshine and play that put enough distance between me and the previous nine months to suggest the next year might be mine to own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, their school experiences have been mostly positive up to this point.  Although there are some lingering apprehensions about who they will play with, who their teacher will be and what they might be like, etc. they basically know what to expect and what will be expected of them.  So for now, they are enjoying all of "the new."  Simple as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes were also purchased; and as they were excitedly plodding around in them (breaking them in), this verse came to mind:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... because his compassions fail not.They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness." &lt;/span&gt; I was reminded that God blesses me(us) with "new" every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed that reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That visual that I could excitedly plod around in the newness of God's grace and love toward me.  That although I often fall short as a parent, spouse, friend, and in my walk with the Lord; that He invites me to start fresh again filled with His grace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you God.  I pray that you will fill me anew with Your presence.  I lift up my soul to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."&lt;/span&gt; (Psalm 143:8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-4028705602283982016?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4028705602283982016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=4028705602283982016' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4028705602283982016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4028705602283982016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/new.html' title='The &quot;New&quot;'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SnkLNbjYSqI/AAAAAAAAATM/wd8F_Rwqo2Y/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3155274446404250351</id><published>2009-08-03T11:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:40:33.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back "for real" this time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SncJRfYAlNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/O2XWbSkqjnM/s1600-h/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SncJRfYAlNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/O2XWbSkqjnM/s400/IMG_3760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767677119861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, our "Back Home" moment earlier this month turned into more of a "landing, re-fueling, and take off!"  My husband had a two week training class that ended up getting re-scheduled.  The location of his training also changed so we were provided the opportunity of driving him to his training location (gas paid for by his company), dropping him off, and then continuing south to visit more family and friends.  The cost effectiveness of the trip was amazing (fuel paid for, hotel paid for on the road, staying with family and friends, energy &amp;amp; water consumption minimized at home...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being an unexpected gift that we prayerfully considered and chose to receive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe we have ever been away from home for almost an entire month before (with children.)  It definitely has it's ups and downs.  The positives include things like being able to connect with people we love and rarely get to see and spend time with, along with fun new experiences and foods.  The negatives proved to include a bit of exhaustion, indigestion, and enhanced sibling discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all; it was wonderful month.  But never have our own beds and showers been such a luxury.  I am behind in almost all things "home" related; so please bear with me as we unpack and get into an established family routine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be re-focusing on our "family verses," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Philippians 2:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-29380" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "family verse" or any kind of a "theme Scripture" for your household?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to each of you as we enter the last month of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3155274446404250351?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3155274446404250351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3155274446404250351' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3155274446404250351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3155274446404250351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-back-for-real-this-time.html' title='We&apos;re back &quot;for real&quot; this time!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SncJRfYAlNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/O2XWbSkqjnM/s72-c/IMG_3760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1875156527288354759</id><published>2009-07-29T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:00:48.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting God - Guest Post by Belinda Eddins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(1, 67, 60);font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#01433c;"   &gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Belinda Eddins is guest posting for me today - Thank you Belinda!  I pray her words will bless you!  Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://eddins4.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first guest Post. WOW!!!!!!&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I sat and thought about what I should write this post over, I thought I wanted it to be meaningful, and special no less. Notice all the I’s in there? God pointed this out to me and said “ write what has been on your heart.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He speaks to me often, He speaks to you to if you train your self to listen, slow down to listen, get in the Word and listen. That’s is just what I did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many of you have read my blog and know my grandmother has been ill. To the point of me taking over her finances, to taking away her car. Rough roads. I have been turning to God first instead of to myself to help and fix things. As I have focused on God I have had some amazing things happen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grandma is better, she has accepted the changes VERY well, and the family is coming together for the first time in my life to be supportive and help. We also have had home health worker issues, and I won’t bore you but it could have turned out badly and it went smoothly. HALLELUJAH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My question is , Do we trust God to take care of us? I am trusting more and more everyday. I have learned to lean on Him and to LET Him do His will for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John 14:1 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Do not let your heart be troubled. Trust in God, Trust also in me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trusting in our Lord is the best blessing He has ever given me. I hope in your life you can trust in the Lord as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#00007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;Belinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1875156527288354759?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1875156527288354759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1875156527288354759' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1875156527288354759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1875156527288354759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/trusting-god-guest-post-by-belinda.html' title='Trusting God - Guest Post by Belinda Eddins'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-2869897632438597789</id><published>2009-07-28T11:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:36:35.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - To Whom Much Is Given...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I began praying about who to share today I was surprised by who I felt prompted to talk about.  In fact, I hesitated but then again felt strongly impressed that she was the correct person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you already "know" her.  Today I am honoring&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hers was one of the first blogs that I found and enjoyed right away here in the blogworld.  She is a gifted communicator and excellent photographer; but the thing that I've always appreciated about her is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she takes a stand for the things of the Lord with boldness&lt;/span&gt;.  She honors her husband, is a mom with seemingly endless ideas and creativity, and in the face of great adversity she is an amazing example of how to trust, lean on, and rest in the Lord.  She is not one who pretends everything is all smiles and roses in the midst of difficulty; she is real.  She publishes some of those human moments as well.  I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are already praying for her MckMuffin, Stellan.  You can read all about him &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/search/label/Stellan%27s%20story"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;on her blog; but he is once again having serious issues with his heart.  They are waiting to leave for Boston for another heart ablation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back MckMama changed her personal profile to include a key phrase.  It now reads, "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to think I was defined by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt; and ends with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;although I may choose to still do those things, I will simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MckMama, a sinner saved by the King's grace, wife to my Prince, mother of Many Small Children."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at the influence God has allowed Jennifer to have and I pray God will continue to give her strength, joy, and peace as she stands for Him.  I also pray for her sweet babe; that God would have His hand upon him and clearly direct each step of His healthcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"  Luke 12:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you make the Most High your dwelling--even the Lord, who is my refuge--then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."&lt;/span&gt;  Psalm 91:9-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman? ALL of us can learn something from one another. Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=28Jul2009&amp;amp;meme=2907"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=28Jul2009&amp;amp;meme=2907"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=28Jul2009&amp;amp;meme=2907" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-2869897632438597789?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2869897632438597789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=2869897632438597789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/2869897632438597789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/2869897632438597789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/titus-2-tuesday-to-whom-much-is-given.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - To Whom Much Is Given...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6573624970551189140</id><published>2009-07-27T11:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:43:33.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 38 - It All Comes Down to Love</title><content type='html'>I used to just cringe inside when people made statements like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all comes down to love...&lt;/span&gt;"  while there is profound truth in the statement; I felt it was often misused or simply more verbiage thrown out as a cliche without personal substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, I've had more than one person approach me about how to "get through" a separation and/or divorce.  Their spouses have left and although they themselves are pursuing reconciliation; it is a difficult road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced loss in my life.  Even the loss of one who I loved dearly and for all emotional and mental purposes had committed myself to marriage to.  I have mentioned previously that I had a serious relationship in college that was both pure and good that I had felt certain that God was directing toward marriage.  To my complete surprise, God was impressing on my boyfriends heart a different path.  One that did not include me.  The most difficult part was that the path he was being led toward was still paralleled with my own.  It was a heart-wrenching time in my life.  One in which I questioned everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I was tormented with self doubt.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The person who knew me the most, the one I had trusted my deepest heart on a human level with, had rejected me&lt;/span&gt;.  He sent deeply confusing messages like, "It's not you...it's me."  (He used more eloquent words, but it basically boiled down to that.)  And he even went so far as to tell me that he loved me and was praying that God would preserve our hearts for one another.   I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say this...I have not gone through separation and divorce.  I cannot pretend to begin to know the complexity of pain, loss, suffering, and disorientation of it all - especially when children are involved; but I do know what it is to feel rejected and alone.  To wonder if I had what it might take to ever be loved by another.  To wonder if I was even really loved by God.  To see what I believed was my future crumble into nothing and look up at a blank canvas after I had begun to catch glimpses of what I believed could have been a masterpiece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those emotions are real.  But they can also be twisted into powerful lies and strongholds of the devil in our lives if we allow them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How does one get through the difficult path of separation and divorce?&lt;/span&gt;  I believe it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; all comes down to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean that with one ounce of cliche attached.  In my experience, I journeyed through a time of wrestling with God.  Bringing my biggest questions and fears before Him and being more real before Him than I ever had been before.  Not because I had been trying to hide anything intentionally; I was just raw.  My words and the emotion of my heart were unfiltered.  He was gracious and kind.  He allowed me to get it all out; and then I cried until there were no more tears.  I was numb for awhile.  I felt nothing; and yet I knew I was being carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was His love that restored my broken heart and soul.  His relentless, patient, grace-filled love that showed me truth.  His truth.  I learned how to seek His face before turning to my empty canvas.  I learned to embrace the emptiness of it; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; that He was beginning within me.  I was more willing than ever to allow Him to choose the brush strokes and the colors.  He did not bring that relationship back to me although I prayed fervently that He might.  Gradually, over time, I learned how to place my entire heart in His care.  The broken pieces.  The shattered parts.  The parts yet untouched.  And I asked Him to guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption is part of the very nature of God.  We cannot control other people and the choices that they make, but we can trust the heart of God toward us.   When we draw near to Him he will draw near to us (James 4:8).  He will show to us the paths of life (Psalm 16:11) and He will place beautiful rays of light in our path in the form of other Christians whose salt and light will bless and assist us along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is able to restore marriages.  I have witnessed it.  I've watched restoration take many different paths; but true restoration ALWAYS begins individually.  It begins between you &amp;amp; your Savior.  There may be sin to confess, there may be bitterness to release, there may be questions that you've never asked of Him that you need to (just be sure to listen for His answers.)  Maybe you have never caught a glimpse of God's heart toward you - ask Him to show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no simple three step answer that I know to give.  I believe it is a day by day process of healing, restoration, grace, and forgiveness; But it all centers around the finished work of Jesus Christ.  It is being intentional about accepting the love that our Creator designed to fulfill us - His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite those of you who have walked the path of separation or divorce to offer your insight or tips in the comment section - whether it would be a specific verse, practical tips, books that blessed you or a word of hope for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word is powerful.  I hope the following verses will bless you today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul." (Psalm 143:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." (Psalm 30:5) &lt;p&gt;"He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters." (Psalm 18:16)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me." (Psalm 18:19)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice. In the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation." (Psalm 5:3)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Christ Jesus, who died-more than that, who was raised to life-is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us." (Romans 8:34)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." (Psalm 43:5)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our 'God is a consuming fire.'" (Hebrews 12:28-29)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"[God's] compassions never fail. They are new every morning." (Lamentations 3:22-23)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, 'He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.'" (Psalm 91:1-2)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High, to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night." (Psalm 92:1-2)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." (Philippians 4:11)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights." (Psalm 18:32-33)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength." (2 Timothy 4:17)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." (Isaiah 26:3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="comref2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come." (2 Corinthians 5:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He wrap each of you in His Everlasting Arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6573624970551189140?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6573624970551189140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6573624970551189140' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6573624970551189140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6573624970551189140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/marital-moments-issue-39-it-all-comes.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 38 - It All Comes Down to Love'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5636662073056399613</id><published>2009-07-27T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:06:59.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winner of my Blogiversary Give Away is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;WARREN BALDWIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren, please e-mail me your choice between "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect&lt;/span&gt;" along with the address you would like them mailed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also be receiving a copy of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Enough Light for the Step I'm On&lt;/span&gt;" by Stormie Omartian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Warren!  I wish I could give these books to each of you who entered!&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/8436491287902349873-5636662073056399613?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5636662073056399613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5636662073056399613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5636662073056399613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5636662073056399613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is.....'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6093894460004104013</id><published>2009-07-24T10:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:44:58.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogiversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just enough light for the step I&apos;m on'/><title type='text'>Just Enough Light For The Step I'm On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SmnHJ7SyWrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vRuXosEyjhM/s1600-h/IMG_3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035804710525618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SmnHJ7SyWrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vRuXosEyjhM/s400/IMG_3133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I loved all of your thoughts on this photo! This is what I had written about this photo shortly after I took it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago life seemed easier some how. Maybe even a bit predictable. Much has happened since last July and now things are anything but predictable in many facets of life. The kids are growing and entering new stages, my husband's job may be having more major changes ahead; it seems everywhere I turn I am faced with some kind of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me about this photo is that there is enough light, bright light even, for the next few steps; but the path following has not yet been illuminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a lot like life for me right now. God has provided a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path, but He alone holds the future. The glow of the illuminations provided dims as the path moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can choose to focus on the light that has been provided and embrace every inch of it's luminous warmth, or I can steady my gaze on the shadows of the unknown and exhaust myself trying to figure out what is yet to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what choice is best; which focus will bring peace and fullness. And yet I seem to have to surrender those shadowlands back to my Father often. What is the draw to those shadowed places rather than to the illuminated path? Than to the face of my father? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw me closer Lord. Help me to be so filled with Your love and truth that I can see the beauty of the whole picture; the beauty of Your plan. Guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 16:11 &lt;em&gt;"You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phillipians 4:7 "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 119:105 "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, someone gave me the book, "&lt;em&gt;Just Enough Light For the Step I'm On&lt;/em&gt;" by Stormie Omartian. &lt;strong&gt;I will be giving a copy of this book away to the winner of my &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-blogiversary-give-away.html"&gt;"Blogaversary Give Away"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;in addition&lt;/em&gt; to the book that they choose. There is still time to enter! I will be posting the winner on my blog on Monday's post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6093894460004104013?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6093894460004104013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6093894460004104013' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6093894460004104013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6093894460004104013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-enough-light-for-step-im-on.html' title='Just Enough Light For The Step I&apos;m On'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SmnHJ7SyWrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vRuXosEyjhM/s72-c/IMG_3133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7693168713894222449</id><published>2009-07-21T00:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:56:00.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - They Will Know Us By Our Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Life has continued to be full of surprises for us lately.  As it turned out; we were only home for just over 4 days - one of which we hosted a "Backyard Blast!" put on our by our church (a mixture of old time Bible clubs and VBS.)  We unpacked, did laundry, mowed/weedwacked/weeded, had fun with the Backyard Blast, uploaded pictures, more laundry, we re-packed and hit the road...I'll explain the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; in another post.  Please just know that I'm not ignoring you all; there just hasn't been much time for writing or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the huge benefits of this second road trip is that the kids and I have gotten to spend time with my best friend from college and her family for a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've introduced you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia&lt;/span&gt; before in a previous Titus 2 Post.  I am so blessed to have had her (and her family) in my life for over a decade now.  Last night we went for a walk/run before bed. (While her WONDERFUL husband watched the kids!)  It was supposed to be a run, but we got to talking and I am not in shape enough to talk and run for any length of time so it ended up being a bit more of a walk!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned to me that the Lord had impressed her to be praying John 13:34-35 over her family - both her immediate and extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-26654" class="versenum" value="34"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-26655" class="versenum" value="35"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often in family relationships one person will get irritated with another.  Grudges are held, words are exchanged (or no words at all are spoken), one loans something or money to another family member and then feels that they have been slighted or taken advantage of, someone tells a family member something in confidence and it gets repeated, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those we know and love the most can often irritate us the most can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always considered this Scripture with personal application.  I had never considered it that an entire family unit together could be a testimony by the love shown between cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Lydia is praying specifically that the love between family members would increase and that it would be a testimony of Christ's love to others.  What an incredible thing it would be if more of us prayed for our own families in this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Blessings to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=20Jul2009&amp;amp;meme=2907"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7693168713894222449?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7693168713894222449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7693168713894222449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7693168713894222449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7693168713894222449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/titus-2-tuesday-they-will-know-us-by.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - They Will Know Us By Our Love'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7917116228752115321</id><published>2009-07-19T22:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:46:53.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year blogiversary'/><title type='text'>One Year Blogiversary &amp; 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You can select,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Love:  Overwhelmed by a Relentless God" &lt;/span&gt;BY Francis Chan &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love and Respect: The Love She Most Desires and the Respect He Desperately Needs."  &lt;/span&gt;by Emerson Eggerichs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you need to do to win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave a comment below letting me know at  least one of the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what post here at A Teachable Heart has meant the most to you &amp;amp; why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;share some way that God touched your heart by reading, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;or I'd enjoy hearing your reactions to the above photo.  Does it stir up any feeling or emotion within you?&lt;/p&gt;Once again, THANK YOU!  Thank you for reading, for being open to what God may be speaking to your own heart about as I share what He is teaching mine, for commenting, and for encouraging myself and other commenters along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray God will fill you with His peace and joy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7917116228752115321?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7917116228752115321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7917116228752115321' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7917116228752115321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7917116228752115321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-blogiversary-give-away.html' title='One Year Blogiversary &amp; Give Away!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SmPbEOElmxI/AAAAAAAAASs/5mcP5DpNpIk/s72-c/IMG_3133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-9103823591020237893</id><published>2009-07-15T11:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:44:43.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time on vacation.  It was MUCH colder and rainy than we had hoped; but we still had a great time going here and there and visiting with family and friends.  Here is a glimpse into our time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took time to stop and smell the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4An1sdr_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/iHziN1OfKeY/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4An1sdr_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/iHziN1OfKeY/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358721291045941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored interesting places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ApECQXMI/AAAAAAAAARE/lvipB24MHQc/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ApECQXMI/AAAAAAAAARE/lvipB24MHQc/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358721312075308226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4AomOGnSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/czWJAlOiIis/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4AomOGnSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/czWJAlOiIis/s400/IMG_1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358721304071937314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ZEpKWhZI/AAAAAAAAASU/GS_fg-7GoqI/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ZEpKWhZI/AAAAAAAAASU/GS_fg-7GoqI/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748174176912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CsDImNwI/AAAAAAAAARs/BSJJS3FvJrk/s1600-h/IMG_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CsDImNwI/AAAAAAAAARs/BSJJS3FvJrk/s400/IMG_3069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358723562396333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CskRxlmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/go-LZaqDaYA/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CskRxlmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/go-LZaqDaYA/s400/IMG_3233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358723571293197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and played together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ApZbOHTI/AAAAAAAAARM/RTdOAUo5nLM/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ApZbOHTI/AAAAAAAAARM/RTdOAUo5nLM/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358721317817163058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CrF6brjI/AAAAAAAAARU/7T_PO_0rCoI/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4CrF6brjI/AAAAAAAAARU/7T_PO_0rCoI/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358723545962360370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4XpqPTU8I/AAAAAAAAASE/RrQqJCkgJA4/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4XpqPTU8I/AAAAAAAAASE/RrQqJCkgJA4/s400/IMG_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358746611098014658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ZEJ9otAI/AAAAAAAAASM/FVKNNvUUPJI/s1600-h/IMG_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4ZEJ9otAI/AAAAAAAAASM/FVKNNvUUPJI/s400/IMG_3032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748165802079234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4bWb0kDaI/AAAAAAAAASc/SGK7vnNuIpA/s1600-h/IMG_3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4bWb0kDaI/AAAAAAAAASc/SGK7vnNuIpA/s400/IMG_3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358750678856764834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4jL_EkEYI/AAAAAAAAASk/y7J58OJv02o/s1600-h/IMG_3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4jL_EkEYI/AAAAAAAAASk/y7J58OJv02o/s400/IMG_3362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759295433576834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shared many silly moments that are impossible to schedule or plan.  Our kids did an amazing job being flexible and rolling with what each day brought to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have memories of Superman and Blue Moon ice cream, peanut butter fudge, and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.  Bobbers watched for what seemed like hours, fish caught, birds and chickens fed, dogs to run with, and the sweet smell of fresh hay.  Fireworks, snap and pops, sparklers, and roasted marshmellows.    Lightning bugs, spiders, mayflies, frogs, and baby birds.  Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandma, and the phrase, "just hug and smile!"  And SO MUCH more.  Each of us have memories that are special to us in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still processing all that the Lord has and is showing me through this trip.  I am hoping to be able to share some of it with you soon; but for now...I'm off to face the mounds of laundry and unpacking to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for praying for us.  It was a precious time for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and peace to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-9103823591020237893?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9103823591020237893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=9103823591020237893' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/9103823591020237893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/9103823591020237893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sl4An1sdr_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/iHziN1OfKeY/s72-c/IMG_1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-2445351838943269342</id><published>2009-07-08T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:47:06.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trampoline Principle</title><content type='html'>A few years back when my dad was going in for a surgery my brother asked me how I was still able to be so happy with all that had transpired in my life. (My husband had just gone through a difficult season with his health.) I heard myself explaining that our life had been like jumping on a trampoline. Our lows had been very low, but our highs were pretty far up there as well. If you have ever jumped on a trampoline you know what I am talking about. When you first jump you don't go down or up very far. The more you jump and invest energy into jumping the lower and higher you get. When a friend is jumping alongside of you, you can actually jump in such a way that causes the other person to soar! It can be a blast where you can do stunts and fun things you could not do on your own or when you are on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful not to leave us in the valleys of life. He is also faithful to not allow us to solely live on the mountain tops. It is the balance of both that makes life vivid and full. Along the path between the valleys and mountains, He often blesses us with true friends. Those who laugh with us when we are happy, cry with us when we are sad. Encourage and lift us up when we are down and redirect us if we are wandering down destructive paths. Today I am blessed and thankful for those true friends in life who have jumped beside me on the trampoline of life and helped me to soar. I am purposing anew to be a true friend to others; to look for ways to help them to reach new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't yet have those kinds of friendships in life, pray that God will bring people into your path that you can jump alongside on this trampoline of life. It takes vulnerability, time and energy, but the view is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:15 "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." Proverbs 18:24b "but there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a re-post of a previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-2445351838943269342?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2445351838943269342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=2445351838943269342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/2445351838943269342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/2445351838943269342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/trampoline-principle.html' title='The Trampoline Principle'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7886037420546440672</id><published>2009-07-06T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:47:06.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas in July'/><title type='text'>Marital Moment Issue 37 -Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>I love the group Switchfoot's song, "This Is Your Life." The chorus is what first grabbed my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A big part of why this song speaks to me is that it puts the responsibility back on me. Steps on my toes so to speak. The Lord often uses music to speak to my heart. The question for this segment is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is your &lt;em&gt;marriage&lt;/em&gt;, is it everything you dreamed that it would be when the world was younger and you had everything to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is an idea that the Lord gave me awhile back when our marriage needed some "refreshing." Regardless of where you are at in your marriage, it is important that you pursue your spouse; that you are willing to take the initiative in making your marriage all that God intended for it to be. Which leads me back to the title, "Christmas in July!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;We have an opportunity to bless our spouses and deepen our marriages with a very small amount of effort and time by doing "The Twelve Days of Christmas" (Christmas in July version) for your spouse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it works. For 12 days you : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;commit to pray for your spouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you try to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; give to them in ways that speak their love language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you are not familiar with "The Five Love Languages" book by Gary Chapman check it out atwww.fivelovelanguages.com/learn.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day you will "give" them something. This does not have to be material gifts. I will give more specific ideas in a moment. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the first day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you simply write a note (or wrap a note in a box) and place it somewhere that they will find it. I chose to tape my notes on the door of our garage where my husband walked in from work each day. This first note welcomes them to the "Twelve Days of Christmas!-Christmas in July!" and presents their first gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this (notes and/or gifts) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each day for twelve days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It does NOT need to be extravagant or take a lot of effort on your part to make the notes/gift boxes. The idea that you are pursuing your spouse will speak volumes. It is alright to mix in some ideas from what you believe is your spouse's secondary love language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you may know that physical touch is their primary love language but you also know that words of affirmation are important to them. Mix both throughout your 12 days. Be as creative as you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following examples (below) are ideas you can use as a starting point&lt;/em&gt;. Once you get started it will get easier and easier to see your spouses needs and how you can meet them. Your relationship to your spouse is second only to your relationship with the Lord. Let them know that they are a priority in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commit these 12 days to the Lord in prayer. Ask Him to reveal things to you that you would not have thought of on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave comments with any great ideas that you have! I'd also love to pray for you as you invest in your marriage. Click on the "comments" section under this post (or send me a quick e-mail) and leave your name and the name of your spouse. I will commit to praying for your marriage for the next two weeks with you. I have seen how powerful these"Twelve Days of Christmas" can be firsthand. Impactful enough for me to have done it twice already for my own spouse - I hope you will give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God richly bless your marriage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examples litsted by Love Languages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS OF AFFIRMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day "On the First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me..." 3 of the top reasons that I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day "On the Second Day of Christmas my true love gave to me..." notes from your children telling what makes them special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day "On the Third Day of Christmas my true love gave to me..." write out a verse and a note encouraging them with anything they may be pursuing or struggling with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The main thing to keep in mind for words of affirmation is to be real. Speak compliments from your heart about who your spouse is and why you are thankful for them. What they teach you through their lives, etc. You could even e-mail some of their friends and get them to write out why your spouse is important to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUALITY TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day "On the First Day of Chrismtas my true love gave to me..." a warm drink and 20 minutes of uninterrupted conversation. *Be prepared with questions to draw them out in case they don't jump right into conversation. Such as, "Where do you see us in a yr, 5 yrs, etc." "What would you say is the most important activity in your life right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day "On the Second Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." an invitation to play your spouses favorite game. (Checkers, chess, monopoly, on line game, x-box, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day "On the Third Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." a walk after dinnertime. *If you have children, try to arrange for someone to watch them for 1/2 hr -an hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is your spouse's love language, make certain that you are completely focused on them during the times that you are offering. Do not let you cell phone, etc interrupt your focus on engaging with them in conversations or activities. TRY to learn something new that you didn't know about your spouse. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;They are hoping you will draw them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Picking up a devotional book for couples may be an excellent thing to introduce and carry on even after the 12 days are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECEIVING GIFTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day "On the First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me..." a single beautiful flower or rose (for wife) a new music cd by a group you know they love (husband or wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day "On the Second Day of Christmas my true love gave to me..." a candle to put at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day "On the Third Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." a favorite photo put into a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is important to gradually build up to the 12th day-the last day should be the best or most special gift to your spouse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It can be as simple as picking up their favorite food from a restaurant on the way home or even their favorite drink or coffee, etc. Usually "gift" people communicate about things that they "want." Magazine subscriptions or fruit of the month clubs are great for these kinds of people. Gifts that keep on giving without a lot of continued thought or effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTS OF SERVICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day "On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." cleaning up the dishes, table, and floor after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day "On the Second Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." vaccumming any three rooms of their choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day "On the Third Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." Letting your spouse sleep in while you take the kids out for breakfast - like Chick-fil-A, Ihop, etc. Bringing home something for your spouse to eat after waking is an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is important to give without expecting others to do for you later on. This becomes especially true with this love language. Look for things that mean the most to them for you to do. Remember to smile and have a great attitude even if it means you will be doing an undesirable task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICAL TOUCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day "On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." a neck massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day "On the Second Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." a foot rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day "On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..." you can be as intimate as you choose-this is your spouse! Get creative and put some thought into what they enjoy most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is important to give in ways that your spouse is affirmed the most through. Maybe rubbing feet does nothing for you, but means the world to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7886037420546440672?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7886037420546440672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7886037420546440672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7886037420546440672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7886037420546440672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/marital-moment-issue-37-christmas-in.html' title='Marital Moment Issue 37 -Christmas in July'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7867310976777806193</id><published>2009-07-01T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:50:45.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renew your strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get into the arena'/><title type='text'>Take the Step; Get into the Arena</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming..." John Leach&lt;/h3&gt;How many of us hold onto the criticism of others so tightly that it hinders us from continuing forward into what God has called us to do? Or possibly worse yet, how many have shared their dream, their vision, and developing passion to be shot down before ever taking that first step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"The credit belongs to the man (or woman) who is actually in the arena..."&lt;/span&gt; There will always be critics. Those who would rather tear down and point out fault than allow someone else to succeed. We cannot allow them to be the ones who determine our value (or lack there of.) We can however, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;look at their words through the light of the Truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and ask God to reveal if He is asking us to change anything.&lt;/span&gt; If He is; may we follow His lead. If we find no truth to be in the criticism; we MUST LET THE WORDS GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how we can receive so many words of affirmation and praise; but the one critical comment has the lasting sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those posts that I have begun to write several times but the timing just didn't seem right. God has released me to post it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I pray that God will use this post as the person who is waiting off to the side. The one with the water and the rag to wipe your brow. "Press on! Keep your gaze up! But also remember to keep your guard up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There is no effort without error or shortcoming...&lt;/span&gt;" It is o.k. if your human state has made an appearance. Accept God's love and grace toward you. Humbly make things right if there has been wrong done. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Stand strong in who God pronounces you to be &lt;/span&gt;and get back into the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet stepped into the arena; don't let the idea of one&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood..."&lt;/span&gt; deter you. Those same things that have brought the dust sweat and blood; bring peace, a sense of purpose, and fullness of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is up. Take one last drink; you can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.&lt;/span&gt;" Psalm 16:11&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.&lt;/span&gt;" John 16:33 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"But when Jesus turned and looked at his disciples, he rebuked Peter. "Get behind me, Satan!" he said. "You do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men."&lt;/span&gt; Mark 8:33 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God."&lt;/span&gt; 2 Corinthians 5:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."&lt;/span&gt; Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for your strength to be renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7867310976777806193?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7867310976777806193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7867310976777806193' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7867310976777806193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7867310976777806193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-step-get-into-arena.html' title='Take the Step; Get into the Arena'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8520593655675737356</id><published>2009-06-29T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:49:14.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages we send'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper stickers'/><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;On our road trip we saw so many unique, strange, and "questionable" bumper stickers...it always amazes me what people choose to stick onto their vehicles. Sometimes I wonder if they realize that whatever message is stuck to their vehicle may be the only thing that others remember them by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on a longer road trip you usually spot vehicles that you have passed before along the way. You stop for a bathroom break, gas or food, get back onto the interstate and see vehicles that you had passed awhile ago. You can tell that you have passed them before because of some definable feature about their vehicle: bumper stickers, antlers in the back window, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of mine had a sticker on the back of her vehicle supporting a member of congress for a very long time. It was how I recognized her vehicle in school pick up lines and around town. When they took it off, I had trouble recognizing her vehicle. It had become a part of how I recognized &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are not big bumper sticking kind of people. I suppose mostly it is because we don't like to deal with the eventual "scraping off" of them when they wear out. However, I believe that we all portray some kind of "message" by who we are, how we dress, and how we treat others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our Mentor Moms at our MOPS group this year did a fabulous devotional on this subject. About how it is important to stop in front of mirrors occasionally and to check the message that your face is sending to those around you. The awesome thing is that if we realize that the message that we are sending is not what we want to be sending, we have the power to choose to change it. It may take some concentrated effort and prayer, but we are able to choose the messages that we are sending others. John 13:34 says, "...By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our messages are meaningful and important. People send their messages in any way that they can. For some, their life's messages are plastered on the back of their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the bumper stickers that stood out to us this trip were: "Back off! I'm emotionally unstable," "It's better to have loved and lost than spent your whole life with the psycho," "People who love Jesus tip the pizza guy," and my favorite, "Life is good." Have you seen any interesting ones lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a re-post from a trip we took last summer. (I will let you know what interesting bumper stickers we saw this trip after we return!) Thank you so much to all who are praying for us as we travel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8520593655675737356?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8520593655675737356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8520593655675737356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8520593655675737356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8520593655675737356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3569789880662349571</id><published>2009-06-25T17:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:52:33.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SkP2dVbv7HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/46_MA-_lUhI/s1600-h/the-shoreline-trail-on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SkP2dVbv7HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/46_MA-_lUhI/s320/the-shoreline-trail-on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351391766076451954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are going to be traveling off and on for most of July.  My husband and I have decided that some relatively remote spots &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are needed &lt;/span&gt;at this point in our lives.  We are ready to break away from:&lt;br /&gt;the often insane traffic/commute that we deal with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the combat shopping at the new Wegmans (grocery store - have you EVER heard of police having to direct traffic at a grocery store?!?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the constant flurry of activities around us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone calls and e-mails from work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difficulty of connecting with our children when they are being sweet or good just so they can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; play the computer, X-box, or Wii game that they have wanted to play since the moment that they woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're ready to break away from ALL of those things (and more); but we are also ready to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take our time exploring interesting places,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play games with our children that we know how to play better than they do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn some new games/things together with them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk late into the night around a campfire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie on our backs and star gaze listening to waves rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although we will have internet access here and there during our adventures; my husband and I have made a bit of a pact that we will be minimal in our activity.  We are choosing to be intentional about connecting as a family, relaxing, laughing, playing, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pre-scheduled a few posts - some new and some older- to post while we are traveling; but I will not have the opportunity to be leaving comments on many of your posts for awhile.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted to make sure that you knew that there hasn't been any loss of love on my part toward you; I'm just taking a bit of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please plan to join me on my 1-year "Blogiversary" on July 20th for a giveaway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend recently pointed out to me anew; "we often have not because we ask not."  So, I've decided to ask.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you include us in your prayers for safe travels/adventures, strengthening of bonds between our family, and restoration of body and soul? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be praying for you as well.  Please feel free to leave any prayer requests that you may have in the comment section below or you are welcome to e-mail me at ateachableheart@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings to each of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." &lt;/span&gt;  Ephesians 3:20, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake." &lt;/span&gt; Psalm 23:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my Titus 2 Tuesday ladies&lt;/span&gt;...If one of you (who participate regularly) would like to host while I am away; please e-mail me (or mention it in the comment section below). Otherwise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we will resume with Titus 2 Tuesdays on July 21st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3569789880662349571?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3569789880662349571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3569789880662349571' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3569789880662349571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3569789880662349571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SkP2dVbv7HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/46_MA-_lUhI/s72-c/the-shoreline-trail-on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7505941675320606080</id><published>2009-06-23T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:28:02.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - We All Need Laughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;A cheerful heart is good medicine..."  Proverbs 17:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When I think of my best friend from growing up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember laughter&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://snapcracklepopx2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; was such a gift to me from the day we met in the church nursery.  I pray that we will one day be two little old ladies still cracking each other up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember exactly how old we were, ( I think maybe 4?) but Heather and I were selected to sing, "Jesus Loves Me" during the Christmas Program at our church.  Our older sisters were standing behind us; I believe we were kneeling down beside the manger where the song was meant to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music began, and we got the giggles.  Not just little giggles; LOUD / CANNOT STOP kind of giggles.  Our sisters, being older and all, knew how unacceptable that was - after all; it was a crucial part of the Christmas Program for the song to be sung!  So they began to sing over us.  (But we were holding the microphone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first of MANY stories of us laughing together.  I could quickly list a bunch of phrases like, "That's my own, personal flashlight!" or "Hunch!" But that would mean nothing to you all and I know your reading time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line:  my childhood/adolescent years/college days/and life would not have been the same without her.  She added the element of laughter to the darkest situations and allowed me to belly laugh, snort, and cry all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She taught me the power of laughter in a person's life&lt;/span&gt;.  (Among other things - you will meet her again down the road in other lights I am sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a dual-purpose post today.  I also wanted to introduce you to my blogging friend, &lt;a href="http://tris-adventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel.&lt;/a&gt;  She is also a Godly friend of mine who understands the value of laughter.  When I need a good chuckle, I can (almost) always just read through her comment section of her posts and read the friendly banter between her and her husband, Mr. Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel hosts a meme on Tuesdays as well called, &lt;a href="http://tris-adventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;"True Story Tuesdays."&lt;/a&gt;  If you are in need of some laughter, check it out!  (I didn't want to just talk about laughter and not allow you to experience some!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, she recently shared the loss of her niece with the blog world and in honor of her sister and her niece she is doing something special.  If you would like to be a part of that, you can click &lt;a href="http://tris-adventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-letter.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=22Jun2009&amp;amp;meme=2907"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7505941675320606080?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7505941675320606080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7505941675320606080' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7505941675320606080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7505941675320606080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/titus-2-tuesday-we-all-need-laughter.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - We All Need Laughter!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6534336179991684855</id><published>2009-06-22T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:00:29.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 35 - The Dance</title><content type='html'>There was a couple that lived across the hall from us when we lived in TX that my husband and I befriended.  Both newly married, we had a lot in common and often had each other over for dinners.  They invited us to  a "Big Band" night with them once and we accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had ballroom danced together in college; we had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never &lt;/span&gt;danced any kind of ballroom.  I was hesitant, so our neighbor (the husband - with his wife's blessing) danced with me to show me how "easy" it was - and it truly was easy with him leading.  It caught me off guard a bit how he led me around the floor firmly and confidently executing each move and yet, although firm; it was not forceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple to follow his lead and as we glided across the floor, I actually thought I was a better ballroom dancer than I had originally imagined...until the song was over and I danced with my husband (who had also never danced that way and had no clue of how to lead the dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted my husband's attempt to lead at first because I thought he was "doing it wrong." Which only complicated our lack of coordination and left us less then joyful with one another.   Our neighbor (who I'm quite sure noticed the tension building) instructed that I just needed to relax and follow.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust his lead&lt;/span&gt;." She said.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if he doesn't do it completely right; just let him lead.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we weren't awesome; but we were able to feel like we were dancing gracefully when I stopped resisting and simply followed my husband's lead.  The irony; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he became more confident in his own lead as I submitted and as he showed more confidence; I respected his lead more&lt;/span&gt;.  It was humbling and such a powerful lesson for me even then as I reflected on how it related to our relationship as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust His lead.  Even if he doesn't do it completely right; just let him lead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend, &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-about-me.html"&gt;Daveda&lt;/a&gt; blogged about a portion of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;" Conference that she attended and in it, she mentioned how one of the speakers shared an example similar to my above experience (You can read her entire post, &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-about-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Not About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  here.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these years, I have never made the correlation of my ballroom dance experience to my walk with the Lord.  Reading Daveda's post, it hit me in such a beautiful new way.  The best part?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God DOES know how to lead and He will ALWAYS do it completely right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I (often) am; the dance partner that has experienced a little success (most likely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by His hand&lt;/span&gt; in moments when I was walking in humility and allowing Him to lead), resisting His turns and movements.  Why?  As my Dad often said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's normally three things that stop a Christian from living the life God has for them.  Lust of the eyes, lust of the flesh, and the pride of life."&lt;/span&gt;  Basically, we (I) get distracted by things that we want, desire, tell ourselves that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;, and we're worried about what other people are going to think about us.  We take our eyes off of God and His perfect will and put them on ourselves. But as Daveda so beautifully put it, "It's not about me" (us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating the depths of the symbolism in both relationships.  But I want to encourage you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance &lt;/span&gt;today!  With your spouse and with your Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wives, understand and support your husbands in ways that show your support for Christ. The husband provides leadership to his wife the way Christ does to his church, not by domineering but by cherishing. So just as the church submits to Christ as he exercises such leadership, wives should likewise submit to their husbands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ's love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They're really doing themselves a favor—since they're already "one" in marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;  Ephesians 5:22-28 (The Message)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; He makes me lie down in green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;      he leads me beside quiet waters, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; he restores my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       He guides me in paths of righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       for his name's sake. &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 23:1-3 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*For my male readers...I apologize if "dancing with God" isn't a great analogy for you...I'm sure my own husband could relate a bit better to God being his "trail guide" out in the wilderness somewhere when he is without a compass of his own...having to trust someone else to lead him in the correct direction.*  : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6534336179991684855?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6534336179991684855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6534336179991684855' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6534336179991684855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6534336179991684855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/marital-moments-issue-35-dance.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 35 - The Dance'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3700175290772708574</id><published>2009-06-19T08:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:16:33.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Can Be Good</title><content type='html'>The Final Question that was asked during this week of Q &amp;amp; A was from &lt;a href="http://rhemashope.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jeneil at Autism in a Word.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I recently had this question on a small group leadership application and I'm curious how you would answer: What is one area in your life in which you would like to see change/growth?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My non-Spiritual  answer...my hair.  I just got it cut and already can't wait for it to grow another few inches.  Somehow throughout this year I have gradually been going shorter and shorter and now I long for my longer locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deeper answer is two-fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)  I desire to be a better listener to what God is speaking/revealing to me.&lt;/span&gt;  My life and household are busy.  I've trimmed some things out in the past couple of months in order to make this more of a priority in my life.  God has been stirring up some deeper things within my heart (in regard to the curriculum for girls that I am writing) and I need to take the time to listen.  I have no desire for it simply to be my ideas or words; it will only be effective in the hearts, minds and lives of others if it is His Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile I complained that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't have the time;&lt;/span&gt; but God has gradually revealed to me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not making the time.&lt;/span&gt;  My priorities are shifting and I am committing to growth and change in the area of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;being still and listening.&lt;/span&gt;  (NOT my forte.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, (but along the same lines)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to be a better listener to my children.&lt;/span&gt;  God has been speaking to my heart about this repeatedly throughout this year.  The main message: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we (as parents) are not listening to our children; we are setting ourselves up for their pattern of not listening to us.  We are their main source to teach them how to communicate with others and with God.&lt;/span&gt;  Even if what they are trying to tell me is completely irrational or selfish; I need to listen.  To let them express it.  Then, instead of stating how irrational or selfish it may be; I need to gently be leading them to the conclusion that is NOT a good choice.  It is my natural tendency to just "dismiss" them if what they are saying doesn't make sense rather than let them work through it with me.  I need growth and change in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kinda heavy, I know.  Rather than ending on a bit of a serious note; I thought I'd add on a few more purposeful ideas as requested by &lt;a href="http://wendyjanelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy at Sun-Kissed Savages.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children also do daily devotionals when they wake up in the morning.  I ask that they read one "lesson" from their devotionals before breakfast and we discuss what they have read over breakfast.  (My son is doing, "Gotta Have God 2" by Legacy Press &amp;amp; My daughter is currently doing, "God's Little Devotional Book For Girls" by Honor Books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my daughters close friends was assigned as her "reading partner" at the end of this school year - they had finished all of the "required reading;" so their teacher partnered them up and gave them classic books like, "The Swiss Family Robinson" to read.  They were required to read a certain number of chapters each night and then they were to come up with one or two questions to ask of their partner.  (Of course, they tried to make them as tricky as possible!)   This got me thinking when her friend's birthday party invitation arrived and I decided to buy both my daughter and her reading partner friend the same daily devotional for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before school, all of the kids met in the gymnasium of the school and then they go to their classes.  The kids can play, etc. until it is time to go; so I challenged the girls to read their devotional each morning before school and then discuss it in the morning.  It really added that additional drive to my daughter to read well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it got her discussing things of the Lord with her friends - other girls already had the same devotional and it sounded as if a couple of them joined in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids were younger; (between the ages of 3-5) one of their favorite devotional books that we read together was:  "Five Minute Devotionals for Children by Pamela &amp;amp; Douglas Kennedy."  They were great, quick devotionals based on animals.  Both educational and Spiritual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another wonderful and purposeful thing that you can do for your children, Jeneil posted today about &lt;a href="http://rhemashope.wordpress.com/2009/06/19/a-blessing-on-the-door/"&gt;"A Blessing on the Door."&lt;/a&gt;  She had written a post earlier on about how she had prayed and God had given her a verse for each of her girls.  She wrote them out and posted them on her girl's bedroom doors so that they saw the verses every day as they came in and went out...this post is an extension of her previous post and a tribute to her husband for Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your questions this week!  Have a wonderful Father's Day Weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3700175290772708574?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3700175290772708574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3700175290772708574' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3700175290772708574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3700175290772708574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-can-be-good.html' title='Change Can Be Good'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5107205047728319113</id><published>2009-06-18T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:39:50.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purposeful Activites &amp; Garments of Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121947461101222394" rel="nofollow"&gt;Bethany&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is your favorite purposeful and Biblically-minded and FUN activity to do with your children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for ideas, so please don' feel the need to limit yourself to just one thing :) I just haven't found our niche in this area, but I'm not giving up!! Thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I will begin with a story...I hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten into a negative cycle with your children?  Where you purpose with everything in you that you will find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;something positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to say to them only to be faced with the need to correct their behavior over and over again?  Where it seems all that they have to say to one another is negative and critical?  (No, you say, your family is perfect?  Maybe you should come back tomorrow...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back I found myself and my children stuck in a pattern of negativity and after I dropped the older two off at school I sat in my favorite chair, Bible open, and cried.  I felt like such a horrible parent.  Try as I might, things just weren't improving.  I couldn't bring myself to do the Bible study that I was a part of at the time.  Instead, I just flipped through my Bible and read all of the verses that I had highlighted, underlined, or wrote little notes beside.  (If you are one of those people who don't write in your Bible, you are truly missing out...and so are your children I might add...my grandfather's Bible is precious to me; notes and all.)  I do that sometimes when I am discouraged.  When I don't have any specific direction and my heart is just calling out to God to open my eyes and heart to something that He has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the verse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness,  a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Isaiah 61:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to pray that my children would "be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." And I began to cry again wondering if they ever would be.  If they are ever going to "get" what I am attempting to instruct and teach them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me.  "a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair."  My heart was despairing -my own parenting skills and the apparent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; of teachable spirits within my children.  It was as if God lifted my chin and spoke to me.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need garments of praise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, I am NOT a crafty person (really truly NOT.)  But God gave me this idea to create "garments of praise" with my children.  I drove to my local craft store and bought t-shirts in the sizes of my children and my husband (because I firmly believe in a mothers ability to help cultivate positive relationships between father and child), bought special fabric markers, and went home.  I wrote their names in the center of their shirts in a glow-in-the-dark bubble paint and counted the minutes until I could go pick them up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they unpacked their things I had them come to the table.  I passed out their shirts and told them that we were going to make "garments of praise" for each other.  We would focus on one person at a time and they would need to tell me all of the positive things that they could about that person.  I was so excited.  They were not.  Silence.  I decided to begin with a neutral party - Dad.  I asked them to think up all the positive things that they could think of about their father and I started it off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He is a great tickler!" (One of their favorite things to do when he gets home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They began to chime in...and I wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's a good mower." (He had just mowed the lawn the night before.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He makes money so we can live in our house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He builds great with Legos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He makes me laugh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's a good snorer!"  (lots of laughing going on now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's a good eater!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's a great bike rider."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He loves God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I switched shirts.  O.k., what about Beauty?  (My daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She's a good bike rider."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She's pretty."  (My daughter is GLOWING after my son said this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She's a good reader.  (Full smile breaking across her face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On and on it went until all of the shirts were finished.  Praise is such a powerful thing.  By the end; the atmosphere in our house had completely changed.  They even called out a few of my positives although I hadn't planned to make a shirt for myself.  They LOVE their shirts.  If one of them is having a tough day; the shirt goes on.  Not because I have told them to do it; because it is affirming to them what their family members believe to be true about them.  They were also so excited to show my husband his "garment of praise" when he arrived home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is one idea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But the point I hope is not missed is that when we need ideas; we can call out to our Heavenly Father who is the wellspring of everything good.  He WILL prompt our hearts into action with our children if we are willing to seek and then to LISTEN.  &lt;/span&gt;This question and post has reminded me of that truth. (Thanks Bethany!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more quicker ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We play something called, "Who Am I?"&lt;/span&gt; at the lunch/dinner table (usually when the four of us are still waiting for our two year old to finish eating.) We do both animal and people versions.  Basically we take turns giving clues about an animal or person until someone guesses correctly.  One clue is given at a time until someone guesses the correct answer.  An example or two:&lt;br /&gt;*I was created on the fifth day.&lt;br /&gt;*I am nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;*I am considered wise.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?  (Any guesses?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or for a person:&lt;br /&gt;*I was one of Jesus's Disciples&lt;br /&gt;*I was a passionate person&lt;br /&gt;*I cut off a soldier's ear in the Garden of Gethsemanie&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is also a trivia buff so we do a lot of Bible Trivia in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For service related projects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter enjoys making cards for people when I am making meals for them.  I don't ever require it of her.  She has received enough words of affirmation from those who have received them to keep her going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to serve our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One set of our neighbors has physical limitations so my son will often bring their paper to their doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also planted a flower bed in the front of their house while they were on vacation last year (My daughter's idea - we took a little bit of a risk; but we know them well by now so we were 99% sure that they would love it.)  We planted three flowering bushes - one for each of the kids.  (They each planted their own bush.) And my daughter will go over and weed it for them.  (Not consistently; but she tries.)  They did love it in case you were wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encourage our kids to take initiative - if they see something that needs to be done (or even could be done to make things better) do it!  Around our own house and our neighbors as well.  (After checking with us and them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think that they are perfect children and I am a perfect parent at the end of all of this; just re-read that first paragraph.  We take one day at a time bathing in the grace and forgiveness that God provides so lavishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BETHANY &amp;amp; I COULD REALLY BENEFIT FROM HEARING SOME OF THE THINGS YOU ALL DO AS WELL!  So, please share generously, even if it is just something you have had an idea about doing and haven't tried yet.  We can all learn much from one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do have one question so far that I will be doing my best to answer tomorrow; if you have any additional questions feel free to ask.  This (official) Q &amp;amp; A will end tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5107205047728319113?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5107205047728319113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5107205047728319113' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5107205047728319113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5107205047728319113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/purposeful-activites-garments-of-praise.html' title='Purposeful Activites &amp; Garments of Praise'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7385575272802354272</id><published>2009-06-17T08:22:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:35:59.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjjgEHx2CvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/odA16V6X848/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjjgEHx2CvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/odA16V6X848/s320/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270918914673394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you (all three of you!) for your questions!  I'm wondering if I really have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that thorough&lt;/span&gt; in answering any questions that you might have had along the way, if many of you just didn't have the opportunity to see my Monday post (due to the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; plastering...), or if you are all just too polite to ask what you might really be wondering about...I will plan to answer any additional questions that you may leave in the comment section today on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because two of you, &lt;a href="http://happyascanb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethany from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Happyascanbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://warrenbaldwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Warren from Family Fountain&lt;/a&gt;, asked about my involvement with &lt;a href="http://www.proverbs31.org/"&gt;Proverbs 31 Ministries&lt;/a&gt;, I will begin there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blurb on my "About Me" section comes from having attended the &lt;a href="http://www.shespeaksconference.com/"&gt;Proverbs 31 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Speaks&lt;/span&gt; Conference.&lt;/a&gt;  It is a conference specifically designed to train and encourage (female) Christian writers and speakers.  You can &lt;a href="http://www.shespeaksconference.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;  to read more about the conference.  It is open to anyone and only happens once a year. (Fri., July 31 - Sun., Aug 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;) I chose to do a "split track" - both writing and speaking.  After you have completed the speaker track; (complete with speaking and being evaluated on your speaking by a Proverbs 31 speaker - twice) you have the privilege of stating that you are a "graduate of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Speaks&lt;/span&gt;" on your bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had an article published in Proverbs 31 Magazine.  And that is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://warrenbaldwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Warren&lt;/a&gt; also asked about my involvement with &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS International.&lt;/a&gt;  "MOPS" stands for "Mothers of Preschoolers" and is an International ministry that is designed for mothers (either birth or adoptive) from birth through grade school.  Here is their mission statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MOPS International exists to encourage, equip and develop every mother of preschoolers to realize her potential as a woman, mother and leader in the name of Jesus Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a member of MOPS International for a little over 7 years and have progressed through my own local group as a Discussion Group Leader, the Discussion Group Leader Coordinator, and then I Co-Coordinated my local group for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I was asked to step into the role as a Field Leader with MOPS International which basically means that I oversee, train, equip and encourage the leaders of local groups for about 12 churches here in our region.  I am their point of contact with MOPS International, communicate updates, happenings, answer questions, etc.  I facilitate team building and hold trainings for local leaders.  I have also done some writing for MOPS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Connections&lt;/span&gt; Magazine; but it will not be published until later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3sonsplus1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethany and Crew&lt;/a&gt; asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've got a question for you- what is your favorite purposeful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biblically&lt;/span&gt;-minded and FUN activity to do with your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm looking for ideas, so please don't feel the need to limit yourself to just one thing  :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my answer for you started to get pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lengthy&lt;/span&gt;; I've decided to make it into a post of it's own.  So your question will be answered tomorrow.  (I apologize for making you wait when you were the first question!)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd like to invite my readers to also plan to respond to Bethany's question in the comment section tomorrow!  Bring your ideas and lets all share together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you have other questions for me, feel free to leave them below and I will plan to answer them on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek the Lord and His strength; seek His face always."  I Chronicles 16:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7385575272802354272?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7385575272802354272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7385575272802354272' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7385575272802354272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7385575272802354272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-questions-answered.html' title='Your Questions Answered'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjjgEHx2CvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/odA16V6X848/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8218731968346350590</id><published>2009-06-16T09:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:56:41.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Photobucket Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;You may have noticed that I had a bit of a "blog issue" yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I am hoping to have time later today to do a "real" Titus 2 Post; but I will quickly share a bit of wisdom I gleaned yesterday right here in the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid someone to do my blog design because I am just learning all of this HTML code - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; "stuff."  What I hadn't realized is that my background colors, column colors, header picture, etc.  were all linked to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; account.  She had a billing issue that resulted in hundreds of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; having that lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; message plastered across our blog.  She is human.  Made a simple error.  I completely understand and offer grace to her.  I'm still in awe that she knows how to do it all in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have learned from all of this is that IF you have someone else design your blog for you; have them utilize YOUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; account for all of your design pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are several awesomely talented people out there who offer blog designs that you can use for free...you may also want to be aware that some of them will be linking the HTML code to personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; accounts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I also wanted share a website with you that enables you to print your blog into a "book."  You can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.blurb.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to check it out.  I was planning to do this on my one year blogging anniversary; but I may do it sooner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Philippians&lt;/span&gt; 4:6&lt;/span&gt;  He even cares about our blogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!  I look forward to reading your Titus 2 Posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you didn't have a chance to see my post from yesterday; I am inviting your questions!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=16Jun2009&amp;amp;meme=2907"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8218731968346350590?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8218731968346350590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8218731968346350590' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8218731968346350590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8218731968346350590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/titus-2-tuesday-photobucket-wisdom.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Photobucket Wisdom'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1250116302913008604</id><published>2009-06-15T06:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:04:40.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>If You Could Ask Me Anything...</title><content type='html'>What Would It Be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjemI3BHSgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FtQ3hcL-ZWI/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjemI3BHSgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FtQ3hcL-ZWI/s320/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347925753663539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read Q &amp;amp; A posts at several people's blogs in the past; most recently at Billy Coffey's place, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What I Learned Today&lt;/span&gt;.  He did an amazing job answering various questions from what his favorite toe was to his "Come to Jesus Moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that although I have posted about a lot of things here on my blog; most of you (probably all of you actually!) have not read every post so you may have questions in the back of your mind that I may have thought I had answered along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends (Shelley) recently said, "Shanda is an open book; she would tell anyone anything about her life if she thought that it would help them in some way."  And honestly, I think I would.  In fact, I believe that God has called me to do just that in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, if you could ask me anything, what would you ask?  I am officially inviting your questions and I will do my best to answer all of them.  &lt;/span&gt;You can either leave a comment or e-mail me.  I just ask one thing...as &lt;a href="http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billy&lt;/a&gt; said so eloquently in all of his southern charm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just mind the manners your momma taught you, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am also guest posting today (for the very first time) over at &lt;a href="http://eddins4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belinda's blog, Eddins 4&lt;/a&gt; on "The Faith of A Child."  Thank you Belinda for the invitation to guest post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will plan to begin answering questions on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Many Blessings!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1250116302913008604?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1250116302913008604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1250116302913008604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1250116302913008604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1250116302913008604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-could-ask-me-anything.html' title='If You Could Ask Me Anything...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SjemI3BHSgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FtQ3hcL-ZWI/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6327345018962033598</id><published>2009-06-11T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:07:21.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The Masks We Wear</title><content type='html'>We all wear masks now and then don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We receive devastating news just before our children are coming home from school; but we manage to hold it together so they don't bear the brunt of our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Traveling downtown NYC we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pretend&lt;/span&gt; that we know exactly where we are going because interviewed criminals have stated that they look for those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appear vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;.  (Although we may be praying the entire time that we have the directions right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Someone has offended us; but we are trying to act as though they haven't; that everything is perfectly o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We want to appear like a "good Christian" during difficult times so we hide our real feelings and the deep questions of our hearts. (For a deeper look at this mask,&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-golden.html"&gt; click here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.  Some of these masks are beneficial for a moment in time; possibly even for a season.  But others...others allow us to stuff our emotions.  To hide out.  To disguise our true selves and ultimately cause chasms to grow between our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider a fabulous facial mask made by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arbonne.&lt;/span&gt;  The "Sea Mud Face and Body Mask" (part of their Detox Spa Line) is said to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The detoxifying actions of sea mud and bentonite clay help draw out impurities as they absorb excess oil from the skin. Also suited for oily skin to help prevent clogged pores, blackheads and blemishes. 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It is recommended for 5-10 minutes.  What if I left it on my face for a whole day?  What about a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just after the 10 minutes my face is hardened. Almost immobilized.  I can only partially smile.  My laughter sounds different.  My communication with others is limited because I am uncomfortable talking and earlier today while I had this mask on, my daughter even said, "I'll come back later after you wash it off so you can talk better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can smell is the mask.  Although it is a nice fragrance; I would miss the ability to smell other things with clarity.  Can you see where I am going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even beneficial "masks" left on too long will cause damage.&lt;/span&gt;  What began as a good thing; can now be harming us.  Some masks can cause damage to ourselves, our relationships, and to our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not meant to hide behind masks.  God calls us to "cast our cares upon Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as the body of Christ, we are commanded  to "bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ."  Galatians 6:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Christ's law and how is it fulfilled?  "For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this:  "you shall love your neighbor as yourself."  (Galatians 5:14)  If we love our neighbor as ourselves; then we will be willing to bear one another's burdens without judgment and condemnation; but in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you do something for me today?  Would you just take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minute or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and look yourself in the mirror and allow yourself to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with yourself about the masks that you are wearing?    &lt;/span&gt;Trust me, it won't take long.  If you allow yourself to be open they will flood to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have identified your masks.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask yourself:  "Is this mask beneficial or not?"&lt;/span&gt;  Even if you answer that it has been beneficial; check to see if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has been left on too long.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk to God about the masks that you are wearing&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter where you are in your relationship with Him.  Even if it feels that you are separated by a thousand miles; call out to Him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admit to Him what masks you are wearing and ask Him to help you to remove them.  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, He alone will remove them.  Other times, (in my case, most times) He will prompt me that I need to take specific action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as when I wash the "Sea Mud Mask" off of my face; it may take some time.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most masks that have been on any length of time will take more than a simple splash.&lt;/span&gt;  It may take some effort to completely remove it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can honestly tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray that God might bring someone into your life that you could talk to about your masks.  &lt;/span&gt;Share wisely - making sure that it would be someone who would value your openness and not break your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are some times when professional help is needed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've had two friends this year (acquaintances that have progressed now into real friendships) that I had NO IDEA were struggling with areas of addiction in their lives.  Thankfully, their spouses sought professional help with them and they are both able to live without those masks that were destroying them from the inside out.  Even Christians struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan would like nothing more than to keep us isolated and defeated.  He is the father of lies and convinces us NOT to share our struggles.  Makes us feel that we couldn't share THAT with others; what would people think?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet the irony is that it is in sharing some of these deep hurts, fears, and sorrows that freedom is birthed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is long.  If you have taken the time to read through it all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;  It is such a desire of mine to see my brothers and sisters in Christ living in the fullness that God has for His children.  You are loved.  You are forgiven.  You can be free from the masks that seem to be adhered so tightly to you.  There is rest for your weary soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be real with yourself.  Go to God.  Begin to wash yourself in the Word of God and if God prompts you to share with someone you trust; do it.  &lt;/span&gt;*If someone shares with you - keep it confidential.  Prayerfully intercede.  Encourage them along the way.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anxiety in a man's heart weighs it down, but an encouraging word makes it glad." Proverbs 12:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore encourage (admonish, exhort) one another and edify (strengthen and build up) one another, just as you are doing."  I Thessalonians 5:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, you are welcome to leave comments below or to e-mail me ateachableheart@gmail.com if you would like for me to be praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings as you De-Mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Special thanks to my beautiful friend, Angela, who was willing to be "mud-masked" twice for me as I did this devotional and for her insight into the "smell" portion of wearing the mud mask!  You are SO right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6327345018962033598?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6327345018962033598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6327345018962033598' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6327345018962033598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6327345018962033598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/masks-we-wear.html' title='The Masks We Wear'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-210244800646955117</id><published>2009-06-10T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:03:42.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If You Give A Mouse A Cookie'/><title type='text'>"If You Give A Mouse A Cookie" - Tooth Fairy Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the Tooth Fairy comes when your child puts their tooth under the pillow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child will write a "thank you" note and ask for a picture of the Tooth Fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tooth Fairy thought the note was adorable and answers said note (after spending hours on the internet sorting through pictures of Tooth Fairies and also finding the perfect "Fairy font.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child will be thrilled; show all of their siblings, friends and teachers and write another note to the Tooth Fairy asking what she did with the teeth when their next tooth falls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tooth Fairy is COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED and forgets to come the next time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child will shed huge crocodile tears wondering if the Tooth Fairy didn't like their tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tooth Fairy manages to convince said child that she must have been on vacation for a night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child will go to sleep happy the following night - note and tooth safely secured under their pillow with dreams of shiny coins and Fairy font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tooth Fairy realizes that she is fresh out of shiny coins, she will run out to the grocery store at a crazy hour and then spend another hour or so composing the cutest fairy fonted letter that she can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child will wake up thrilled; expectations building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tooth Fairy is wondering how in the world to end this crazy cycle; she will blog about it in hopes that her fabulous bloggy friends can offer wisdom to save her sanity even though she is sure she will look back on this and laugh one day!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(is that even a possibility?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you may come here for some deeper or more Spiritual thought; (I'll do my best to provide something along those lines tomorrow) but if you have any wisdom to offer, I'm all ears!!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;This post was inspired by &lt;a href="http://3sonsplus1.blogspot.com/2009/06/small-things-that-arent-so-small.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Bethany over at &lt;a href="http://3sonsplus1.blogspot.com/2009/06/small-things-that-arent-so-small.html"&gt;3SonsPlus1&lt;/a&gt;. (And of course, my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for what may be the most touching Tooth Fairy post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever, &lt;/span&gt;straight from the heart of a father, read &lt;a href="http://thedirtyshame.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-blood-and-fairies.html"&gt;John's&lt;/a&gt; post titled: &lt;a href="http://thedirtyshame.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-blood-and-fairies.html"&gt; Of Blood and Fairies. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-210244800646955117?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/210244800646955117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=210244800646955117' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/210244800646955117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/210244800646955117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-give-mouse-cookie-tooth-fairy.html' title='&quot;If You Give A Mouse A Cookie&quot; - Tooth Fairy Version'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7398152377959094888</id><published>2009-06-09T00:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:03:13.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday -My Name is Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pride has a way of rearing it's ugly head in our lives doesn't it? It affects our marriage, our relationship with our children, friends, just about everyone we come in contact with really. A girlfriend of mine, who I love dearly because we can always be completely real with one another through the good and the bad; shared this poem with me awhile back when we were delving into lessons the Lord is speaking into our lives. I got goosebumps as she read it to me. God had given it to her the week before she shared it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, I honor your influence upon my life girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My Name is Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;by:  Beth Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a cheater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you of your God-given destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you demand your own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of contentment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you, "deserve better than this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of knowledge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you already know it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of healing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you are too full of "me" to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of holiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you refuse to admit when you're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you'd rather look in the mirror than out a window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of genuine friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because nobody's going to know the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because real love demands sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you out of greatness in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because you refuse to wash another's feet on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cheat you of God's glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because I convince you to seek your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a cheater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You like me because you think I"m always looking out for you...untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am looking to make a fool of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;God has so much for you.  I admit, but don't worry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you stick with me, you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Beth Moore often says, "Anyone else?"  (while raising my hand...)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, for being a friend who helps me to grow and for being an example of someone willing to face the negative aspects in our lives head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is a repost from a previous Titus 2 Tuesday.  As I have been praying about what to share this week; I was prompted to share this post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=09Jun2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8436491287902349873-7398152377959094888?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7398152377959094888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7398152377959094888' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7398152377959094888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7398152377959094888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/titus-2-tuesday-my-name-is-pride.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday -My Name is Pride'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7769632663542753528</id><published>2009-06-07T22:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:09:52.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marital Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epoxy of God&apos;s love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plate'/><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 34 - The Wedding Gift</title><content type='html'>I broke a plate this week.  Not just any plate; it was a large decorative plate that my husband and I received for a wedding gift.  It was hand made and has our wedding date on it.  Normally when a dish breaks; I will carefully clean up the pieces and off to the trash it goes.  But this one I just couldn't bring myself to throw away.  Out of all of our wedding gifts; it was the one that both my husband and I instantly loved and it has been holding fruit (and other food items occasionally) for nearly 11 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shattered enough that to glue it back together would be a little obvious.  Yet; I left it broken and shattered on the counter just to see if my husband might be able to epoxy it back together.  (He's talented like that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The household was busy when he arrived home and I didn't have a chance to mention it to him before he saw it.  I knew instantly that he had when I heard him sadly say, "Oh no!" It was a tender expression filled with the understanding that we have three relatively small children who could have easily broken it while trying to "help out."  After explaining that I was the one who had broken it; we both just stood there staring at these pieces of porcelain that have held such meaning to us both over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple that had given it to us as a gift have long since been divorced.  The husband had attempted to re-discover his youth with his secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband proceeded to tell me that he had heard just that day that a couple that we have known almost our entire married life together was also heading for divorce.  I was in shock.  This was one of those couples that you automatically said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; of their names when you talking about them or planning to do something with them.  Apparently the wife has been having an emotional affair for quite some time and has decided that she is no longer "in love" with her husband at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a reminder to me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;intentional about pursuing our spouses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no place&lt;/span&gt; in marriage where you no longer have to invest of yourself.  You don't pass the 10 year mark, the 15 year mark, the 20 year mark, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or in this couple's case; the 35 year mark, &lt;/span&gt;where you no longer have to keep guard over your heart and mind.  Where you don't have to be quick to love and willing to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those things are easier to do if our hearts and minds are fixed on Christ.&lt;/span&gt;  But I think it is fair to say that there are also times; seasons if you will, where we ebb and flow in our marriages and Spiritually as well.  We are on fire - growing, learning and passionate about living for God; and then gradually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find ourselves having to awaken again&lt;/span&gt; to the things of God.  Begin reading our Bible (either in a fresh meaningful way or at all), praying, and drawing near to God once again.  Is is often in those Spiritually drowsy moments when our guard begins to drop and we allow ourselves to entertain temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all tempted.  But it is when we allow ourselves to entertain temptation that we end up either having to battle our way out mentally (and Spiritually) or we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided right then and there to fix the plate.  It will probably be obvious that it has been glued; but it is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now symbolic to us both that we are going to fail at points in our marriage.  &lt;/span&gt;There will be moments when something that I do or say will shatter my husband and vice-versa.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we are committed to picking up the pieces and asking God to epoxy us back together again through His love.  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, maybe our marriage will be forever changed through those instances.  Perhaps that "original beauty" will have been altered; but it is my prayer that our marriage will continue to grow more and more beautiful and meaningful - God epoxy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.  Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.&lt;/span&gt;"  James 4:7-10 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same verses from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Message&lt;/span&gt; version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let God work his will in you. Yell a loud no to the Devil and watch him scamper. Say a quiet yes to God and he'll be there in no time. Quit dabbling in sin. Purify your inner life. Quit playing the field. Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it's the only way you'll get on your feet&lt;/span&gt;."  James 4:7-10 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is passionately crying out to those of you who may need to hear it today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wake up - draw near to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go out of your way to pursue your marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the epoxy of God's love bind up your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7769632663542753528?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7769632663542753528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7769632663542753528' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7769632663542753528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7769632663542753528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/marital-moments-issue-34-wedding-gift.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 34 - The Wedding Gift'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5350191869445479190</id><published>2009-06-06T15:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:32:45.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!!  Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SirQqB_LdjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ISK7FkEkro/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SirQqB_LdjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ISK7FkEkro/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313328335025714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have been waiting for everything to "end" this year!  More than any other year I think.  I enjoy being able to stay up late with the kids, letting them do "sleepovers" in each other's rooms, camping out (in our backyard mostly) and just hanging out more as a family in general without so many deadlines and demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first week is normally about transitioning and establishing a bit of new order to our household. We allow them to game/computer/watch movies/generally lay around until their heart's content most of this first weekend.  You know, to solidify that "school's out" feeling.  (Plus it helps me to recover from all of the chaos too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday morning our "summer chore chart" will roll out.  Mer over at &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/05/it-wouldnt-be-summer-without.html"&gt;Life at 7000 Feet &lt;/a&gt;had an awesome post on her chore chart/summer routine that you should really check out if you haven't already.  I think my husband might freak out a bit if I wrote ours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onto&lt;/span&gt; the refrigerator; but hers looks pretty cool on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do the basic:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Make bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Ready for the Day&lt;/span&gt; (clothes, brush teeth &amp;amp; hair) *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I let them know each night if we will be going somewhere the next morning so they can be prepared with appropriate clothing - swimsuits, clothes that actually match, etc.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clean up their bedrooms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I should be able to vacuum without sucking up toys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt; must be brought down and sorted on their assigned "laundry day." *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've found that it works best for us to do laundry for the older two on separate days so they can help with the entire laundry process.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bathroom duty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Counter and sink wiped down, mirror wiped, floor mini-vacuumed, and toilet seat wiped*&lt;/span&gt; (We use some eco/kid friendly wipes for the counter &amp;amp; toilet seat. And a white vinegar/water mix for the mirror.)&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trash duty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*We have two "trash days" so whoever has this job must empty all small trash cans in the household the day/night before our trash pick up days.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Table Setting/Clearing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is for Lunch and Dinner.  Everyone else helps together for breakfast.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food/Water for Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 are required every day for both of the older two.  The other duties rotate weekly between the two of them.  (Littlest One is often talked into helping them out as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do NOT pay them for the household chores.  Because they are part of the family; those are their contribution to making our household run smoothly.  I do, however, do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"spot checks."&lt;/span&gt;  Twice a week (whenever I choose to keep them on their toes; although I do try to be fair) I will check their areas.  If they are clean/jobs done well; I give a 50 cent bonus (for a total of $1 per child a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am thinking about allowing them to earn $ for pulling weeds.  It has rained, rained, and rained some more here and our weeds throughout our yard are growing like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do also ask that all three kids have a "quiet time" in the afternoon for an hour - they can read, write, or play quietly in their own rooms.  They will occasionally fall asleep; but not very often.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I try to rotate one day a week when I spend time 1-1 with each child during one of the quiet times*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd love to hear what you do in your household!!  I have a few specific questions; but feel free to add additional wisdom as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you give an allowance?  If so, when did you begin that and how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What do you do to keep your kids motivated to do their chores throughout the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is your favorite "fun thing" to do with your kids during the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and if my children come up to me and say, "I'm bored...there's nothing to do..."  I can always come up with another chore or two ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SirRIbBhPmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/poTtl3QeVOo/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SirRIbBhPmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/poTtl3QeVOo/s400/IMG_2947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313850451803746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let all things be done decently and in order."&lt;/span&gt; 1 Corinthians 14:40  (not perfectly; just decently!  ;) I sometimes have to remind myself of that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5350191869445479190?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5350191869445479190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5350191869445479190' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5350191869445479190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5350191869445479190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out-now-what.html' title='School&apos;s Out!!  Now what?'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SirQqB_LdjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ISK7FkEkro/s72-c/IMG_2943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-426369201688017598</id><published>2009-06-02T16:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:20:12.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy these past few weeks, but there is finally a "light at the end of the tunnel" so to speak.  Thank you all for hanging in there and continuing to read and comment although I haven't been posting consistently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I attended the "Hillsong United" concert in MD on Monday night.  It was absolutely amazing.  I love the group - for the awesome songs, incredible talent, but even more for the hearts behind it all.  As they led worship - and they truly were leading worship; not just performing.  They would step back - out of the lights - and just let the crowd (thousands of us - just about every nationality you could imagine) sing.  I caught a glimpse of what heaven might just look like at one point when we were all singing "Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the Highest..."  It was incredible.  I've never had the opportunity to see a group so blended - as if every tribe, every nation, people of all ages, were represented -all coming together worshiping God in Spirit and in Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we actually live in VA and had a babysitter; we had to leave before the concert was over.  It was difficult to walk away.  In a world where we so seldomly see masses of people gathering with such diversity to praise the one true God together - it encouraged my heart.  I needed to see "the church" so alive, united, and boldly praising their Savior.  God is actively at work in the hearts and lives of His people and drawing many to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."  Phil. 2:10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-426369201688017598?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/426369201688017598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=426369201688017598' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/426369201688017598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/426369201688017598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/glimpses-of-heaven.html' title='Glimpses of Heaven'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1037162972843107471</id><published>2009-06-02T08:03:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:48:26.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathryn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus 2 Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traci'/><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Fasting and Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe it has been a full week since I have posted!  Sometimes God is more active in the silence than words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am honoring two women, &lt;a href="http://www.trumpetandtorch.org/"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;, that I have gotten to know over the course of this year by praying with them.  Our children attend school together and we have been meeting once a week to pray for the school, the administration, faculty, staff and each student by name.  We were not able to make it every single week; but it wasn't about whether or not you were there every week...it was about the heart of covering the school and all within it in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fellowship of agreeing in prayer with these women has blessed me.  The ministry that they run has also resonated within me.  You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.trumpetandtorch.org/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met &lt;a href="http://www.trumpetandtorch.org/"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt; at the end of year class picnic last year.  (Our daughters are in the same class.)  At the time, I was considering home schooling my children and she shared with me how she had home schooled in the past.  When I asked her what it was that had made her stop homeschooling, she shared that God had called her to begin a ministry.  (&lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt; has become a ministry partner with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever desired to go deeper in your relationship with the Lord, this is such an amazing resource and tool.  The heart of it all is getting back to our first love through fasting, prayer, and spending time in the Word of God.  Although you are fasting;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the emphasis is on feasting on God's Word&lt;/span&gt;.  For those who are looking for a place to begin, they have written a program called, "EAT" that breaks down Scriptures to focus on for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  They have done a wonderful job explaining different ways to fast, how to transition out of a fast, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have come to respect and love most about these women is that they are genuine and they are bold.  They are surrendered to Christ and taking each step as He leads in His authority.  It has been deeply inspirational to me in my own walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Linky's free widgets are not available right now; so if you would like to link up; please let us know in your comment that you have joined in.  You can also "link" your post to this post by adding a link to my blog in the body of your post or by clicking on "links to this post" below.  I apologize for the inconvenience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1037162972843107471?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1037162972843107471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1037162972843107471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1037162972843107471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1037162972843107471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/titus-2-tuesday-fasting-and-prayer.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Fasting and Prayer'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7989068877525937754</id><published>2009-05-26T00:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:19:03.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus 2 Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections from the past'/><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesdays - Stunning Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reflecting on the past today.  There are many stunning examples of virtuous women in the history of the United States of America.  Yesterday, many paid tribute to men and women of valor who have fought for our countries freedom.  I am thrilled that so many take time out to  consider the fight and cost that it has, and continues to, require to allow us to live in a free country.   More specifically,  in a country where we are able to worship God openly - may none of us take that for granted and all who believe actively exercise this right and freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mind and heart are drawn to those women who supported their men.  Who planted victory gardens, wrote (actual) letters faithfully, and intentionally encouraged their spouses to press on; all the while taking care of matters at home and providing for their children.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many of us could stand to pause here for a moment and consider the amount of time and energy that these women poured into making sure their husbands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that they were supported, loved, prayed for and making an eternal difference in the world.  &lt;/span&gt;I am, in no way, saying that they were all perfect or never failed to do so; just that the efforts of their day were noteworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my own husband know?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I gone out of my way to show him that he is supported, loved, prayed for and making an eternal difference in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am just feeling a bit convicted that I need to place a little more energy into conveying those things to him in ways that he can receive and understand.  The stunning reflections of those who have gone before me are impressed upon my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe this has turned into a bit of a "Marital Moment" as well as a "Titus 2."  It's just what God is impressing upon my heart today.  What has He brought to mind to you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Mr. Linky has been sending some messages about his system being overloaded so if you are unable to access him; feel free just to either leave a comment letting us know that you posted or you can "create a link" to this post below. * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=25May2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7989068877525937754?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7989068877525937754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7989068877525937754' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7989068877525937754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7989068877525937754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/titus-2-tuesdays-stunning-reflections.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesdays - Stunning Reflections'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5375888001909719204</id><published>2009-05-24T18:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:30:22.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Appreciation Week</title><content type='html'>My fabulous friend, &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Daveda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is hosting a &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blogger Appreciation Week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week.  I am excited to join in and hope that you will as well!  Whether or not you intend to join into the "Blogger Appreciation" portion;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hope that you will continue past the next two paragraphs to receive a heart felt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thank You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;written especially to you - those who read my blog and are read by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is how to join in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You will title one of your posts from May 25th-June 1st "Blogger Appreciation Week" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and in it you will share with the rest of us information about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;why you blog, why you like to write, how reading the blogs of others has touched your heart, what God has done in your life through blogging, tell us about some of the special people you have meet...etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Somewhere in this post you may also want to include the titles to one or two of your favorite post so that those visiting your blog for the first time can read them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; After you have posted, go to &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daveda's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; and enter your link into Mr. Linky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next step is to visit the other blogs on the Mr. Linky, and make sure you LEAVE A COMMENT of encouragement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tell others how their blogs have touched you and what you liked about their writing, their life...etc. If you read through other postings and have a comment please leave ALL comments under the "Blogger Appreciation Post" just name the other title related to your comment, this way we can all read through, and you will be sure that blogger sees your comment next week. If you like what you read become a follower and make a new friend! We all love new friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here is my "Blogger Appreciation Post!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I began my blog last year following the Proverbs 31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She Speaks Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  I had attended a break out session on blogging and found it a bit over my head...URL's, Mr. Linky, and a bunch of other things I had no idea what they meant; but God kept bringing it to mind.  As I considered something Lysa Terkeurst had said later in the conference about each of us having many things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that are worthy about writing about; I began praying about what the name of my blog might be and,... "A Teachable Heart" began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been a consistent writer throughout my life; but when I needed clarity (usually during difficult times in my life) I would find myself writing.  God always used the writing process to help me to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in my situations and it helped me to let go of anger, loss, roots of bitterness and even depression.  When I began blogging; I had to set a "schedule" (M,W, F) for myself to help to develop my own discipline of writing.  I was walking in obedience and asking God to fill me with His Words for myself and for others.  It has always been one of my life's purposes and passions to encourage and equip others and to help them to reach their God-given potential and freedom in Him.  Truly, when we seek Him, He is found to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blown away by the relationships formed in this short (almost) year of blogging.  Many of you have written timely words that God has used powerfully to encourage, convict, and even bring levels of healing to my own heart.  I have laughed with you all, cried with you, agreed with you in prayer, and (best of all) rejoiced in the faithfulness and goodness of our heavenly Father.  You all have been instrumental in further developing my writing skills as well.  I am currently in the midst of writing a curriculum for girls that I hope one day will touch many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  Thank you for taking the time to write, to read, and especially to leave comments.  God has used all of those things in my heart and life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to share a few wonderful bloggers with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to encourage you to check out all those who I have listed on the side of my blog; they are all amazing and worth your time.  If you must choose only one today; please spend some time basking in the gift of God's Grace at &lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;Grace Talk with Daveda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, some of my best blogging friends have been met by clicking on someone's link who has left a comment that resonated within me - so take a few minutes to click on the other commenter's links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I wanted to share a few bloggers who have touched my heart again and again in many different ways.  I often have to remind myself that I don't know these people "in real life" because we have shared so much together in our blogs and e-mails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rhemashope.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jeneil at Autism in a Word&lt;/a&gt;.  Jeneil is such a gifted writer! (BTW, even if you do NOT have autistic children, her writing will bless you.)  She is able to draw you in, show you truth, love, and grace (often through humor) while deeply impacting your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifebythecreek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam D from Life by the Creek:&lt;/a&gt;  Is another "soul sister" of mine.  She is the queen of simple; yet profound.  God has spoken to me several times through this sweet sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jewelsinmycrownsomeday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen from Jewels In My Crown Someday&lt;/a&gt;:  What I especially "lurve" about Gretchen is her willingness to be real.  She guest posted over at &lt;a href="http://www.hisgirlamber.com/"&gt;His Girl's Blog&lt;/a&gt; (Another AWESOME blogger!) awhile back about being unequally yoked.  We need more people who are willing to take the "masks" of perfection and Spirituality off long enough for people to catch a glimpse of God's amazing love and grace in action in our lives.  If people only see "perfection" all of the time; they will miss the reality of God...(something I am also passionate about...can you tell?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more you may enjoy checking out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepreachers-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Preachers Wife &lt;/a&gt;- Lisa is funny, witty, &amp;amp; obviously, a "Preachers Wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pure Wells&lt;/a&gt; - Kathryn draws deeply from the wells of Scripture and the truth she shares is a "full meal" Spiritually speaking.  I am blessed to love this precious friend in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aviewfromthemountaintop.blogspot.com/"&gt;A View From the Mountaintop&lt;/a&gt; - His Daughter is bursting at the seams with God's hand in her life.  I look forward to watching His plans for her continue to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are obviously so many more I'd love to share with you - many of whom I passed on awards to in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God's heart is for His children to walk in love and unity. It is our hope that through Blogger Appreciation Week we will all be encouraged and drawn closer to the heart of God as we take time to share in the lives of others. "Father we ask in Jesus name that no person would leave this event not feeling loved and blessed by you. We pray that every heart would be softened and touched by your beautiful love and grace as we read through each others lives." If you would like to participate in this special blogger event anytime from May 25th -June 1st, add your blog to Mister Linky @ Grace Talk With Daveda. Invite your friends, put up your post with the first and last paragraph of this post copied and pasted in,then surf the blogging world and be a blessing to others, make sure you leave COMMENTS of ENCOURAGMENT to all whom you visit (leave them all under comments for this post, even if it is about another post to be sure that they see it)! Don't forget to check back often through out the week to visit and encourage those who join later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Sincere Appreciation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5375888001909719204?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5375888001909719204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5375888001909719204' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5375888001909719204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5375888001909719204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogger-appreciation-week.html' title='Blogger Appreciation Week'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7086050089981283719</id><published>2009-05-24T15:31:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:31:19.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Awards - A Golden Heart &amp; Queen of All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Shmh2uYwg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vqKXRmQUrFA/s1600-h/golden_heart_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Shmh2uYwg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vqKXRmQUrFA/s400/golden_heart_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339476794761315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am always so touched when someone passes an award onto me; but the true joy in it is always passing it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;Daveda at Grace Talk With Daveda&lt;/a&gt; for passing on the "Golden Heart Award!"  She is also hosting the&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt;"Blogger Appreciation Week"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracetalkwithdaveda.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;this week so if you haven't joined in yet; go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to pass along this award to five others that have touched my life and encouraged me in some way. I get to encourage them as they have encouraged me. I hope that you will visit them and leave them a comment to let them know you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://eddins4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belinda at Eddins Four&lt;/a&gt; - I am greatly enjoying getting to know Belinda's sweet heart as she shares her family and her heart for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://focused-on-the-center.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon at Focused on the Center&lt;/a&gt; -Shannon is a kindred spirit.  She loves praise and worship music and has a heart for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://happyascanb.blogspot.com/"&gt;HappyAsCanBe&lt;/a&gt; -Is someone I am sure that I would be fast friends "in real life."  I love her outlook on life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://lifebythecreek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam D. at Life By The Creek&lt;/a&gt; -  A sweet sister who can bless and convict me in the same post!  I love her simply profound posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn at Pure Wells&lt;/a&gt; -A friend in real life whose heart is truly pure gold.  She loves God &amp;amp; His Holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive this award and decide to accept, it's your turn now. You get to choose 5 blogging friends that you would like to pass the "Golden Heart Award" along to. Post this in a blog and make sure you add the heart photo in it. Then, notify those you have selected that you have nominated them. Ask your readers to check out their sites, leave a comment and if they like what they read become a follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second award that I am excited to pass on was a gift to me from &lt;a href="http://nmgills.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle at Lollypops and Lizards -&lt;/a&gt; Thank you so much Michelle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/ShmmHTD8_kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/S59ir_N8YPs/s1600-h/queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/ShmmHTD8_kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/S59ir_N8YPs/s400/queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339481477530582594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are the award rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 7 things that make you Awe-Summm and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make sure to tag the recipients and let them know they have won! Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am in awe of God's Mercy &amp;amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am married to my best friend; who challenges me to become all that God intended for me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  God has blessed me with three children - growing up I would never have dreamed I would be a mother of 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  God occasionally allows me a front seat (speaking) when He is at work in the hearts of others; it amazes me every time how He is such a personal Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am a life-long learner.  I will NEVER know it all and that is freeing in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I enjoy photography (although I don't post photos on here as often as I should!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm relatively tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://thesecretlifeofanamericanwifeandmom.blogspot.com/"&gt; Christy Rose from The Secret Life of An American Wife and Mom&lt;/a&gt; - This wife and mom of 5 knows what it is to rest under the Shadow of the Almighty and to walk in the power of His Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.hisgirlamber.com/"&gt;Amber at His Girl&lt;/a&gt; - Amber balances her role as a wife, mom, Children's Ministry Director, friend and awesome blogger/now co-online Bible Study Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://blogginggodandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer at Still Learning&lt;/a&gt; I am really enjoying getting to know Jennifer.  She always has great advice and comments for me and I love how she is pursuing God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://tris-adventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel at Once Upon a Miracle&lt;/a&gt; is busy with her beautiful little boy and her husband. ;)  She is also hosting a fun meme on Tuesdays called, "True Story Tuesdays."     If you are ever in need of a good laugh; check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://rhemashope.wordpress.com/"&gt; Jeneil from Autism in a Word&lt;/a&gt; has been blessed with two beautiful daughters that she generously shares with us and she is also a queen of sharing the love and hope in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://dawnjenkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn at Daughter of the King of Kings&lt;/a&gt;  This adorable woman never ceases to amaze me - she has shown hogs and heifers, keeps up with her adorable boys, loves Jesus, and seems to continuously be re-arranging her blog!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://hereswhatletsdo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikki at Here's What Let's Do&lt;/a&gt; - Is the wife of a children's pastor, has two children,  AND teaches high schoolers...advanced placement high schoolers...need I say more???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7086050089981283719?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7086050089981283719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7086050089981283719' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7086050089981283719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7086050089981283719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-heart-queen-of-all-things.html' title='Blog Awards - A Golden Heart &amp; Queen of All Things'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Shmh2uYwg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vqKXRmQUrFA/s72-c/golden_heart_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7076215213148912073</id><published>2009-05-22T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:59:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit is Willing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The spirit is willing, but the body is weak" (Matt. 26:41b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently joined a gym.  I am determined to get some extra weight off!  I have been squeezing work outs into my crazy May schedule.  (Why oh why did I not get this determination in March or April??)  Thankfully, I joined the same day as a close friend so it is making this whole process much more enjoyable.  But while my spirit is willing; my body is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strained a deep core muscle years ago by falling down some stairs while I was pregnant with my first son.  Instinctively, I used every muscle I had to protect my unborn child.  Thankfully he was just fine.  It took quite a bit of therapy and time to restore the muscle to the point that I no longer felt that twinge of pain daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each workout has made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; the strained area a bit more; but I pushed on hoping that maybe the area just needed to be strengthened.  Thursday in the midst of "Turbo Kick" class; I was reminded just how weak my body can be.  I wanted to be able to push 110% through the rest of the class; but I just physically couldn't do it.  In fact, I couldn't even carry my two year old out to the car afterward.  It just hurt too much.  I was frustrated.  Everything in me wanted to continue pushing forward; forcing my body into slim submission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spirit was willing; the body was weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this verse in context you will see that the words are spoken by Jesus to his disciples in the garden of Gethsemane.  Jesus had just told his closest friends that His soul was overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. (vs.38)  He asked them to stay with Him and to keep watch; instead they fell asleep.  If a close friend had just told me that their "soul was overwhelmed to the point of death," I would hope I wouldn't fall asleep.  In fact I would desire to be passionately interceeding on their behalf. Jesus returns to His disciples and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Could you men not keep watch with me for one hour?' he asked Peter. 'Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.'"&lt;/span&gt;  (Matt. 26:40-41 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading other translations and commentaries to get an over all feel of a passage.  Here is the Message translation of verses 40-41:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Can't you stick it out with me a single hour? Stay alert; be in prayer so you don't wander into temptation without even knowing you're in danger. There is a part of you that is eager, ready for anything in God. But there's another part that's as lazy as an old dog sleeping by the fire.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further into the passage you see that the disciples fall back asleep again; two more times in fact.  it seems absurd that they are sleeping during such an important time doesn't it?  Yet they had no understanding of what was about to occur.  Are they so different than we are today?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the Message translation jumped out to me:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is a part of you that is eager, ready for anything in God. But there's another part that's as lazy as an old dog sleeping by the fire.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can I relate to that in both physical and Spiritual ways.  A part of me is so eager to work out; another part would rather lay down by a fire.  A part of me is so eager to grow and live life out loud Spiritually and yet there are times when I am found drifting off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will give me the strength and wisdom to gain strength gradually; to continue to press on each day so I will be able to find union between body and spirit.  That I would be found awake; fighting the good fight when it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7076215213148912073?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7076215213148912073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7076215213148912073' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7076215213148912073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7076215213148912073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/spirit-is-willing.html' title='The Spirit is Willing'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8173076037488428381</id><published>2009-05-19T08:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:57:38.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - We Don't Have to Reinvent the Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am honoring my friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;.  She and I met when we moved here to VA.  We ended up being thrust into leadership together and I learned a couple valuable things from her in the midst of leading alongside of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to delegate&lt;/span&gt;.  I learned what a healthy balance of delegation can do to make leading something much less overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Secondly, what stands out most to me, was something that Angela was often known to say.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We don't have to reinvent the wheel."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Meaning, if someone else has already done this successfully, we can look at how they did it; personalize it, and then implement it without having to start from scratch.  Being that we were thrust into leadership mid stream; it was essential that we applied this principle often.  The wisdom in this principle is still a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Angela&lt;/span&gt;, thank you.  I learned much from you my friend!  There is much more I could say about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;; you may hear more about her another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another wise woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=19May2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8173076037488428381?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8173076037488428381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8173076037488428381' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8173076037488428381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8173076037488428381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/titus-2-tuesday-we-dont-have-to.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - We Don&apos;t Have to Reinvent the Wheel'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3638236222859973943</id><published>2009-05-18T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:29:08.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 33 - 6 Powerful Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not repay evil for evil..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if we (I) could just learn to do these 6 words; our lives and marriages would be so much less complicated!  Here is the entire verse for your consideration this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing."&lt;/span&gt; I Peter 3:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another powerful verse along the same context:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;  if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.  In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head, and the LORD will reward you. &lt;/span&gt;"  Proverbs 25:21-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short again this week; but these verses were just jumping out to me... and I was compelled to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings as you begin this fresh week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3638236222859973943?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3638236222859973943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3638236222859973943' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3638236222859973943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3638236222859973943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/marital-moments-issue-33-6-powerful.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 33 - 6 Powerful Words'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-4056613602320143813</id><published>2009-05-16T17:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:36:26.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Pink Slip</title><content type='html'>I don't know that people use this term any more; but do you remember what it meant when you received a "pink slip" from your employer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're fired!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have officially been relieved of your duties.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently did a devotional for our MOPS Steering Team and one of my team (Jonnie!) asked if I would please write about it.  She kept writing "Pink Slipping!" on her FB profile and people kept asking her what in the world that meant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting I passed around slips of pink paper to everyone.  I told them they were officially relieved of their duties.  Relieved of the stress.  Relieved of the worry.  Relieved of the lack of sleep over their many jobs.  Fired, if you will.  Then I explained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church has just opened the doors of it's brand new building.  We have been meeting in a high school since it's conception and it is awesome to now be in our own building.  We can meet when we want; have extra programs, etc.  One of the monumental new things that we were able to do now was to have baptisms in our own baptistry!!  In the past we have used other church's facilities, a local pool or rented a portable hot tub to do them out in a parking lot somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have literally NEVER had the opportunity to see a baptism because each time our church had scheduled one we have been out of town.  As the service progressed and I realized that they were going to do the baptism in our service.  I started nudging my husband, "Should we go get the kids?!"  He, much more laid back than I, said no.  We should wait until the next time so we could talk to them a bit about it first before they watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As individuals publicly professed Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and Lord and were baptized; I was moved to tears.  Especially because there were several children being baptized.  My joyful tears progressed into tears of guilt that my children truly had no idea what baptism is all about.  What a horrible mom I was,  I thought.  I began to pray that my own children would have a desire to publicly follow Christ in Baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home; I had come up with 101 ways to incorporate baptism into our conversations, etc.  (o.k. maybe not 101....) They were not interested AT ALL.  I was crushed.  As I cleaned up the dishes from lunch it dawned on me that it was not MY JOB to stir their hearts into wanting to identify publicly with the Lord.  Yes, I can walk by example and present truth to them; but ultimately, they need to come to that place on their own as the Holy Spirit stirs it up within them.  I felt God was handing me a pink slip and asking me to resign this task to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I do this?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strive, when I need to just wait on the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do I allow myself to get worked up over a situation that I have no control (at all) over?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of resting in Him.  Trusting that He has my good in mind and is in control?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to Matthew 6:25-34:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23308" class="versenum" value="25"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23309" class="versenum" value="26"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23310" class="versenum" value="27"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23311" class="versenum" value="28"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23312" class="versenum" value="29"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23313" class="versenum" value="30"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23314" class="versenum" value="31"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23315" class="versenum" value="32"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23316" class="versenum" value="33"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23317" class="versenum" value="34"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;/p&gt;Psalm 37:7  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that you need to be relieved from?  What does your "pink slip" represent?  The sale of a house?  A biopsy?  The faith of your children?  The faith of your husband?  We ALL have things to release - to hand the "pink slip" to-we need to cast those cares before Him and allow Him to work.  (And yes; sometimes that means we need to step out of the way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encouraged the women to place the pink slip into their Bibles; to allow it to be a reminder to  release our cares, stresses, and worries to the Lord; after all, it's not our job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-4056613602320143813?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4056613602320143813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=4056613602320143813' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4056613602320143813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4056613602320143813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/infamous-pink-slip.html' title='The Infamous Pink Slip'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6664552191279927373</id><published>2009-05-13T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:08:10.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give</title><content type='html'>May is such a busy month.  So many things are coming to a close.  There are gifts to be bought; cards to be written, food items taken here and there, end of year parties, chapels, field day, field trips...  it leaves me wanting to shout, "Mayday!  Mayday!" here and there.  Can I get a "Whoop whoop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try to intentionally plan for this time of year; it always seems to sneak up on me almost to the point of overwhelming me.  In truth; I am over committed.  I haven't left adequate room for the "unexpecteds" in life or for the "extras" that often happen.  Yet I'm so close to the end it doesn't seem reasonable to "drop" any of my commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...something's gotta give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house keeping, my blog, my sanity...o.k., sanity is still intact even if my house is a direct reflection of the tornado happening within.  I know it is but a brief season; so I press on trying to make sure everyone has food, clean underwear, and knows that they are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't post all of that...sounds like I'm venting to you all right?!  In a way, I am.  But when I took some pause this morning to set my priorities and seek God's face and word for strength for this day it hit me.  I am not alone.  We all go through times like this - even if May is not your "Mayday!"  We all have moments when "Something's gotta give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded that my days are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so very much better &lt;/span&gt;when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make time to spend in God's Word.   &lt;/span&gt;When I am overwhelmed; there is a rock that is higher than I and His strength is sufficient.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things don't always have to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;.  He will perfect that which concerns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are yelling, "Mayday!" today in your mind (even if not out loud); this post is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Psalm 61:2  "From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9 "But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Psalm  138:8  "The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever—  do not abandon the works of your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way; if you know me in real life and happen to come over to my house right now...I would so appreciate, "Grace, Grace, Grace!"  (Especially because Littlest One has chosen to discover the potty in the midst of my "Mayday!"  I'm so proud of him; but you might want to check the seat!"  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6664552191279927373?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6664552191279927373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6664552191279927373' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6664552191279927373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6664552191279927373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1428918738911478797</id><published>2009-05-12T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:00:10.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday -Inspiring from Afar</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all, I am sure, been inspired by someone who we didn't actually have the opportunity to get to know.  Maybe we haven't even actually met the person who inspired us.  There are several women who have had influence in my own life from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are women like &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lysa Terkeurst&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/blog/joyce-meyer-everything-and-anything-joyce-meyer"&gt;Joyce Meyer, and so many more who God has used to touch so many of our lives.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are others.  Some of whom I don't even know their names but I see walking in God's love, grace, and power around me.  Today I am taking pause and reflecting on those women.  The ones whose walk has affected my life although I may not really even know them.  Do you have any of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me as I was reflecting was how God shines so brightly through them as they serve others selflessly.  Not that they volunteer for everything or never say "No" to ministry opportunities; but those who in every day life go out of their way to encourage and bless others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...holding an umbrella for an elderly woman in the rain although they don't even know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...witnessing a tearing down or crushing that was so carelessly or heartlessly done by another and somehow encouraging the victim even though they were a total stranger.  (recent grocery store experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Encouraging the mom whose child is in the midst of a very public tantrum in the middle of Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the youth in our church gave the message this past Sunday.  He read a phrase of a song that he could not remember title or artist; but it impacted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only evidence against us is love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How else could someone prove that you knew Christ?  Words we say don't compare to our actions.  The fact is that many of us are or have been inspired; even taught, by those we don't even know.  What makes me believe that those women who have spurred me on have known Christ?  The way they serve others in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I John 3:16 "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30581" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30582" class="versenum" value="18"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God alone knows the impact of our lives on others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=11May2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1428918738911478797?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1428918738911478797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1428918738911478797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1428918738911478797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1428918738911478797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/titus-2-tuesday-inspiring-from-afar.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday -Inspiring from Afar'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7886160111868261431</id><published>2009-05-09T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:40:20.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Confucius says, 'Man who does not &lt;strong&gt;exceed&lt;/strong&gt; his wife's expectations has not met them at all'..."&lt;/em&gt; Quote from my very wise husband :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget my very first Mother's Day! I went to bed the night before &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; that it was going to be a special day. After all, I had seen all of the commercials! Touching Hallmark moments, cards and gifts from children, breakfast in bed, people saying, "&lt;em&gt;He went to Jared&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday morning. There was no breakfast in bed; but I didn't get discouraged. I enjoyed spending the morning with my husband and young daughter and we had a great "Mother's Day" message at church that day. After our church service, we rushed over to a friend's church for her baby's dedication and then onto their house for a fun BBQ. However, half way through the BBQ, my beautiful daughter, (who had previously been a bit "stopped up" from beginning sweet potatoes) suddenly "worked things out" all over me! Thankfully, my friend had some extra clothes that fit us both so we were able to finish out the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back home and it hit me that my husband really &lt;em&gt;had not &lt;/em&gt;planned any kind of special "1st Mother's Day" surprise for me. The realization that the only flower I was going to receive would be the drooping carnation that they had passed out at church and the only "gift" from my daughter was an overflowing diaper; I was overwhelmed with disappointment. Although I had truly been blessed with a special day, my expectations had clouded my ability to embrace the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband could sense my disappointment and his first reaction was to somehow meet this expectation that I had in my mind. He zoomed off and returned a short time later with a watermelon (my favorite food), french fries from McDonalds (something we both liked), and a bird house from Home Depot. (He CLEARLY hadn't seen the same commercials as me! LOL!) But he had tried and given from his heart. Which is much better than getting something that we &lt;em&gt;expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both learned a lesson that day...&lt;em&gt;how powerful expectations can be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were engaged, we had gone through pre-marital counseling as many couples do. It was a wonderful way to get our expectations out in the open so we could enter our marriage knowing what the other expected from their spouse. But you cannot always know how your expectations will come into play as you interact with each other's families or after you have children. It is something we need to be continually keeping in mind and communicating about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have to be on guard from allowing outside influences to set our expectations. Every major holiday, advertisers work overtime trying to create "need" within our minds and hearts. "If your spouse &lt;em&gt;really loves you &lt;/em&gt;they will get ________ for you" kind of messages. Ones that if we allow ourselves to believe can cause so much hurt and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful step mom wrote this to me this Mother's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Enjoy your special day on Sunday knowing that in the eyes of your three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; children you are more than the person who awakens them in the morning and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; puts them to bed at night, who prepares breakfast and a snack for school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who settles their fights and bandages their wounds...you are one of God's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trophies who is modeling His love.    What a privilege.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to each of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you long to be a mother; and yet do not have children or are missing your own mom; I'd love to be praying with/for you.  Feel free to leave a comment below or send me an e-mail at ateachableheart@gmail.com*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7886160111868261431?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7886160111868261431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7886160111868261431' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7886160111868261431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7886160111868261431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Confucius Says...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6329567805534709886</id><published>2009-05-05T07:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:05:53.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesdays - Friends That Clean Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very best friends to this day was my college roommate/suite-mate.  I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Lydia &lt;/span&gt;on my first day of college.  She (and her family) walked into the room catching a glimpse of me sitting on the bathroom counter trying to shave my legs in the sink.  (Lovely first impression!)  I feel the need to explain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why in the world  &lt;/span&gt;I was doing that...but I will refrain and keep my focus on Lyd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that first embarrassing moment; she was an instant friend.  We experienced most of our "college firsts" together.   She helped me weed my way through college romances and I was partially responsible for the meeting of Lydia and her husband.  (I had become friends with his older brother.) She was the first person that I told when I got off the phone with my dad when he told me that my mom had terminal cancer.  She cried and prayed with me every time I received new news of my moms failing health.  She gave me wonderful praise and worship tapes (yes, tapes!)  to encourage me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got word that it was time to go home in preparation for my moms death; Lydia was there helping me pack, communicating with my instructors and turning in projects for me so I didn't have to be running all over campus.  She has always been a true friend in every sense of the words and one of my biggest cheerleaders for my many ideas and opportunities along the path of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The times that I remember being the most memorable and special between us though...scrubbing our bathroom floor in the middle of the night. &lt;/span&gt; In those moments, the business of life dimmed; our roommates were fast asleep, and we would talk openly about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.  Our tears and laughter often helped us clean.  It was there, scrubbing the bathroom floor that our hearts were knit together in a David and Jonathan friendship kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure you, my sweet friend.  I am so glad that our families are still close and that you are coming to visit soon.  You have blessed my life.  You have laughed, cried, lived out your own faith, and encouraged me to know Him more and live fully what He has and is calling me to.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read MORE Titus 2 Posts, click on the links below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mr. Linky is seeming to be having some "issues" today, if you are unable to see it; please just "link" your post below by clicking the "link" button.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=05May2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6329567805534709886?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6329567805534709886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6329567805534709886' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6329567805534709886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6329567805534709886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/titus-2-tuesdays-cleaning-buddy.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesdays - Friends That Clean Together...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5788126393103311496</id><published>2009-05-04T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:36:03.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 32 - Fresh</title><content type='html'>There are a few words that I have been contemplating this past week.  Among them, the word, "fresh."  Merriam Webster defines the word this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_label start"&gt;1 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; having its original qualities unimpaired: as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label subsense"&gt;             (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; full of or renewed in vigor &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/refreshed" class="lookup"&gt;refreshed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;rose&gt;fresh from a good night's sleep&gt;&lt;/rose&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label subsense"&gt;             (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not stale, sour, or decayed &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; bread&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label subsense"&gt;             (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not faded &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;the&gt;fresh in her memory&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label subsense"&gt;             (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not worn or rumpled &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;a&gt;fresh white shirt&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not altered by processing &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; vegetables&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When we moved into this house the previous owners had just installed fresh carpet.  It was wonderful knowing that there were  no "mystery spots," stains, snags or holes to worry about. Even the padding was fresh and squished luxuriously beneath us.   However, over the years with three children and a cat...our carpet seems anything BUT fresh; what was once soft and inviting has become hardened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can often be found on my knees "spot cleaning" areas.  Trying to avoid the inevitable; having our carpets professionally cleaned.  Oh how I long for my carpets to be "fresh" once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone longing for a refreshed marriage?  We often begin our marriages fresh - full of renewed vigor, anticipation and hope.  However, through the years we can feel worn, soured, and even rumpled! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be (or need to be) found on our knees working through some of the stains and mystery spots that are beginning to show through.  Some may have employed the professional help of "cleaners." (Christian marriage counselors- which can be amazing tools to opening communication between couples.)  Others may be calling all of their friends and relatives seeking advice on how to get that "stubborn spot" out.  Yet, at the root of it all, there is only One who is qualified to renew our hearts and minds; and in turn, heal our marriages.  It is in getting on our knees and seeking His face that we are able to receive His grace.  When we are walking in His grace, it naturally flows through us to those that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things that aide me while I am "cleaning:"  worship music (helps me to keep my mind fixed on Him) and "cleaning buddies." (Those who I can talk openly about my own stains with; friends who will commit to praying with and for me and keep me accountable.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to embrace Mondays.  They are my mental beginning to a "fresh week."  Sundays are often my time of renewing and cleansing from the previous week...Mondays are when walking "in the fresh" begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;James 5:16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyone need a cleaning buddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;II Corinthians 12:9    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Embrace the freshness of each day this week.  Let go of your own faults and failures and allow His grace to flow through you to your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5788126393103311496?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5788126393103311496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5788126393103311496' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5788126393103311496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5788126393103311496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/marital-moments-issue-32-fresh.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 32 - Fresh'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6281627176283913225</id><published>2009-04-30T10:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:40:53.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual vs. In Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sfm4Ncymf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ePb4P5WL2TM/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sfm4Ncymf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ePb4P5WL2TM/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494175175933874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving a lot of thought to my "virtual friends" lately.  As technology continues to advance it seems many of us have just about as many "virtual" friends as we do "IRL." (In Real Life for those of us who are still trying to figure out all of the abbreviations!  I may or may not have taken almost an hr one night trying to figure one out recently!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering what you all thought about it.  Have you met people IRL that you had gotten to know through the blog world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been absolutely wonderful?  Soul sisters finally united in an actual hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been sort of like reading a book and then watching the movie? Where you had imagined how they might look, how their voice may sound, how tall they were, etc. only to be completely shocked with who they actually are IRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have imagined just how connected I would feel to some of you all back when I began this blogging venture.  I'm sure pen pals of the past often felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your thoughts (or experiences) about meeting virtual friends IRL????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you so much for praying for our friends.  These next few days are going to be difficult as they come back home without a child.  (Especially just days away from Mother's Day.) Praise God that He never leaves or forsakes us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6281627176283913225?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6281627176283913225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6281627176283913225' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6281627176283913225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6281627176283913225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/virtual-vs-in-real-life.html' title='Virtual vs. In Real Life'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sfm4Ncymf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ePb4P5WL2TM/s72-c/IMG_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5286330557625658493</id><published>2009-04-29T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:12:09.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some precious friends of ours adopted a baby 4 months ago.  What a joyous moment when they brought her home from the hospital!  But today they are required to return her...the birth mother has changed her mind.  (Seemingly because of outside pressures.)  I can say without a doubt that they are brokenhearted and crushed right now.  Confused, and probably still a bit in shock.  This child that they have prayed for, rejoiced over, loved, fed and cared for will suddenly no longer be their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you join me in prayer for them today?  I am intentionally not sharing their names; but God is close to them right now and will surely know for whom you are praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my friends:&lt;/span&gt; I ask that you pray for God's peace that passes understanding.  That bitterness and hopelessness would not be allowed to take root in their hearts.  That as they walk this path that God would allow them sweet glimpses of His purposes and that they would be drawn closer to God and each other as they begin this grieving and healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For their sweet baby girl&lt;/span&gt;:  That God would be watching out for her; protecting her.  That He would fully equip the birth mom or other family members who will be raising her and give them a genuine love for her.  That He would heal the past hurts present within this family and that they would be drawn to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  It encourages my heart to know that others will care and pray.  Everything in me wants to make the hurt and pain of this day go away; I know that He who holds them is in control and can do exceedingly above all that we ask or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have children, hold them a little closer today; none of us are guaranteed another tomorrow.  What a gift today is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5286330557625658493?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5286330557625658493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5286330557625658493' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5286330557625658493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5286330557625658493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8826284206686908630</id><published>2009-04-28T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:26.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Creating a Welcoming Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am dedicating this post to one of my roommates in life before marriage~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane was from Kentucky and her family roots ran deep.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She had this wonderful way of using several small lamps to create a warm atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt; She was dating her husband to be at the time that we lived together and she would dash around turning on lamps and turning off overhead lights just before he arrived. There would be this soft glow awaiting his presence. Even after they were married when I would stop by their house; she had several well placed antique lamps glowing. This girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;how to make you want to come on in and stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have adapted her antique charm into my own style of decorating (I am not nearly so gifted when it comes to finding great antiques) with several small/medium lamps around the house. I have also discovered how awesome dimmer switches for overhead lights can be! I try to create this warm atmosphere when it is already dark when my husband comes home from work. My children even seem to calm and want to snuggle by the fireplace and read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one additional thing that I have to share about Diane and her wonderful Kentucky family. When she was preparing to get married, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her family made her wedding dress! &lt;/span&gt; I believe her mom was the master seamstress behind the scenes and the one who either assembled the pieces or coordinated the person who did it. Her Grandmothers, Aunts, and I believe even her cousins each took a piece (arms, bodice, etc.) and they hand sequined (and I believe mini-pearled) each area. It was beautifully symbolic of her family coming alongside of her and demonstrating their love and support for her and her husband to be. Her dress was gorgeous. Truly heirloom quality. I wish I had a digital picture to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also taught me how to line dance; but that is another story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diane&lt;/span&gt;, I honor your influence upon my life!  Thanks girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Re-post from December.  Working on getting everyone healthy at our house!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another Christ following woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=27Apr2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8826284206686908630?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8826284206686908630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8826284206686908630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8826284206686908630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8826284206686908630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/titus-2-tuesday-creating-welcoming.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Creating a Welcoming Atmosphere'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-8247886064084177529</id><published>2009-04-27T08:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:17:07.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Listening</title><content type='html'>Listening,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; truly listening&lt;/span&gt;, is becoming somewhat of a lost art in our fast paced, electronics-filled world.  Just yesterday I was in the car with my daughter and while she was talking I found myself contemplating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I was going to accomplish next&lt;/span&gt;; when I heard a few key words that snapped me back into the "here and now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"And then I was sad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to catch up on the missed conversation without her noticing) I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Why did that make you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"I don't really know; why do you think it made me sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted.  I had NO IDEA what she had even been talking about.  My response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Sweetheart, I am sorry; I got distracted by where we are going and I missed part of your story.  Could you start over for me so I can make sure I really understand what you were trying to explain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"O.K., ......" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and off with the story she went AGAIN; this time you can bet my "listening ears" were open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children can be so forgiving.  But if I don't learn this myself now, eventually she will just stop talking to me-stop sharing her hurts-if she believes I don't care enough to listen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clearly, this applies to our marriages too doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's job involves A LOT of acronyms.  When he slips into some of the "technical" terms of something he is learning about or a training course he is taking or wanting to do; I have to be on the guard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay with him&lt;/span&gt;; to try to understand what he is talking about and to encourage him to continue to share what he is excited about with me.  If he sees me "glaze over;" he stops talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adults are a bit less willing to repeat an entire story that wasn't "interesting enough" the first time around aren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been prompted to work on this area of listening.  To try to put into action some basic principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  To make eye contact (when possible) while speaking/listening to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To allow the other person to share fully without interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  To NOT be formulating my own responses in my mind instead of listening to what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  To, in general, slow life down intentionally so I can be able to be more focused on what really matters/who really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  To take the initiative to draw those I love out further by asking questions about what they are sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has also been speaking to my heart about my walk with Him.  True walking with God takes time.  It is not something that can be "multi-tasked" into a busy schedule.  Although I can be praying all throughout the day; I also need to be taking time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just as God's voice is not always spoken loudly in the fires and winds of life; often our families hearts are not going to open up in the midst of the blowing winds of our daily activities.  We need to seek them out and take the time to listen for their "still small voices."  We all have things that we will only share when someone is taking the time to be still with us and invite us to open up.  Things that we say much quieter than we would share a funny story or something that has upset us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by."  Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-9400" class="versenum" value="12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper."  I Kings 19:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace you to you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-8247886064084177529?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8247886064084177529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=8247886064084177529' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8247886064084177529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/8247886064084177529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-listening.html' title='The Art of Listening'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-6441685949986479173</id><published>2009-04-24T08:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:56:12.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SfG67TLcDPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SES-dUnZPr0/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SfG67TLcDPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SES-dUnZPr0/s400/DSC01272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328245362079304946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son decided to take a "break" from baseball this spring.  I admit; I was bummed.  He had such a great season this past fall and I didn't want him to lose his momentum.  (Plus it's still all just so darned cute to me! )  A friend was talking about going to games with her son and and it reminded me of a previous post that I had written awhile back and being that it is baseball season once again; I thought I would share it...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son began playing t-ball two years ago. I remember that first season of knowing that he had a real knack for the sport but getting SO frustrated that all he seemed to do was gather dirt in his glove and then gloriously, and completely unaware that there was a game going on around him, throw it up in the air. Thank goodness he has an amazing coach who also "coached" us as parents that when the kids were on the field, that only he and those who were base coaches would do the correction and instruction. We were allowed only to toss out positive words of encouragement. Wow, was that difficult! I so wanted to scream, "Pay attention to the ball!" or "Stop kicking the dirt!" I admit, the occasional, "Baseball Ready!" escaped my lips. I knew my son would know my voice and snap to it if I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; and what truly positive thing can you say to a 5 year old kicking and throwing the dust of the earth into the faces of his teammates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the issue of the coveted "game ball." At the end of each game, the coach would present one player with the ball used during the game (or a very dirty used one if that particular ball was not able to be located in the moment) with the coach's signature and a written comment about how they had played the game. You could see the eager anticipation of the kids as they gathered in a circle and peered hopefully at the coach's face. The ball signified that you had what it took. You were good at this. You had something to offer the team. My son was the last player to receive the game ball that first season. It was sort of a "mercy game ball" if you will - the concept that every child is a winner. But although we could see that, our son was thrilled! He had what it took! The next season, he came alive and although there were still irresistible moments of dirt kicking and throwing, he got the game ball mid season. It began to dawn on him that the earlier in the season you get the ball, the better you are doing. The following season, he received TWO game balls which was quite a feat being that there were more players than games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year as he moved up to "real" baseball - machine pitch baseball; my husband and I have been encouraging him. It is much more difficult to hit a moving ball than one that is sitting right in front of you. They actually make you sit down if you strike out and what a bummer that is! But he has tasted success and he is determined to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a baseball player. The players have also been progressively learning how to encourage one another. What began as, "Let's go Ironbirds, let's go" (over and over and OVER again...)has gradually progressed into, "Hey Kevin, great play!" and "Wow Max! Awesome hit!" It is awesome to hear how excited they get over each others successes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, our son got the game ball!  Not at the end of the season, but still toward the beginning of the season and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what that means!  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really does &lt;/span&gt;have what it takes. He is able to be good at this and he does have something to offer his teammates. He has also learned how to give encouragement to his teammates and to be truly excited for them when they have earned the game ball. We can learn so much from children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we think positive things about others but rarely go out of our way to tell them? When we see others who possess talent why do we sometimes resent that they do instead of being excited with them? Especially when they are on OUR TEAM? We had another gifted speaker at MOPS this past Friday and she talked a bit about this concept of how we compete with one another and try to be self sufficient instead of encouraging and supporting one another and drawing from the body of Christ working together. God didn't intend for us to live life on our own. He created and gifted each of us uniquely and perfectly to allow the body to work as a whole. It might be time for you to speak life into the sister or brother who represents the hands or feet of your body. Maybe the eyes are a little dry or irritated and could use some cool refreshment. How about the person who represents the pinky toe and offers balance unable to be achieved without what they contribute? Let's agree together to speak the positive words that come to mind the next time something pops into our heads. We need to encourage one another to live fully the purposes that God is calling them to. Let's not just impersonally chant, "Let's go...," But rather encourage each other in specific ways.&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 10:24-25 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;"So let's do it—full of belief, confident that we're presentable inside and out. Let's keep a firm grip on the promises that keep us going. He always keeps his word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's see how inventive we can be in encouraging love and helping out&lt;/span&gt;, not avoiding worshiping together as some do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but spurring each other on, especially as we see the big Day approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings!  (Littlest One loves watching his big brother play ball!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SfG6FxjpA3I/AAAAAAAAANs/JGkbHIsxKn8/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SfG6FxjpA3I/AAAAAAAAANs/JGkbHIsxKn8/s400/DSC01276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328244442520945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-6441685949986479173?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6441685949986479173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=6441685949986479173' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6441685949986479173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/6441685949986479173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SfG67TLcDPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SES-dUnZPr0/s72-c/DSC01272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-147443250582012587</id><published>2009-04-23T08:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:30:29.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Need To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What do you do when your spouse is NOT a Christ follower?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been wanting to have someone guest post on this topic almost since the beginning of my blog.  I could write about my own thoughts on it; but I believe it is so much more powerful from someone who is living it.  (And doing it amazingly I might add!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is something WE ALL need to read; even if we are blessed to attend church with our spouses every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;  Why?  Because Gretchen was transparent enough to allow us to see how "the church" impacts these relationships on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please take a minute to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hisgirlamber.com/2009/04/blog-hijacking-heeeeeres-gretchen.html"&gt;this post!&lt;/a&gt;  (Gretchen is actually guest posting for Amber at "His Girl's Blog" today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your thoughts after you read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-147443250582012587?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/147443250582012587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=147443250582012587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/147443250582012587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/147443250582012587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-all-need-to-know.html' title='We All Need To Know'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-3006007068712247746</id><published>2009-04-22T15:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:18:07.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Se-Kj0XLFaI/AAAAAAAAANU/covG5x-1fHY/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Se-Kj0XLFaI/AAAAAAAAANU/covG5x-1fHY/s400/IMG_2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327629232158479778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws blessed us with a 3 day cruise to the Bahamas this past New Years.  It was wonderful and I'd do it again in a heartbeat! (Just in case they are reading and thinking of making it an annual thing! ;))  Our "port" day in the Bahamas was beautiful; but storms were brewing out to sea, so it was windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had opted not to sign up for a scheduled "excursion" (and pay twice the price we would have to on shore); so we ventured off the ship on our own and eventually located some cab drivers vying for our &lt;s&gt;money&lt;/s&gt; attention.  We settled on a fun guy named, "Elvis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked him to take us to a beautiful beach where the kids could play and we could relax for a few hours.  He dropped us off on a small trail that he said would lead us to a perfect beach.  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail ended up being quite rocky and precarious.  It finally opened up onto the beach.  Which was equally filled with jagged shells and rocks.  Comments like, "I guess Elvis won't be getting a big tip." were muttered along the way.  (We had worked a "round trip" deal with him.) We walked and walked down the beach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;that it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to eventually get better.  After walking about a mile (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;we ended up in a nicer area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swells were HUGE and crashed heavily upon the shore.  Our kids immediately began chasing the water back out to the sea; but when the next swell broke, it had an intense current pulling back out to sea.  My daughter began to get pulled and fell; the water dragging her in a bit.  She was sufficiently scared and began to tell everyone that she "almost drowned."  Which, in fact, could easily have been the case had my husband not been right there to pull her back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where a lifeguard appeared.  He stood a short distance away from our family.  There were others on the beach; but few were close to our spot.  Our daughter and littlest one both crashed out; one from sudden respect for the sea and the other from exhaustion.  Our Gentle Strength (middle child) chased the water in and out (not going in; just following the edge) for over an hour.  The life guard stood; body pointing in the direction of our family, occasionally blowing his whistle at those passing by on the beach who were going into the water, but it was as if he were an angel specifically positioned to watch over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't help but see the lifeguard as God's visual reminder to us that He was watching over our family. &lt;/span&gt; As we were packing up to leave, another lifeguard came onto the beach to relieve our lifeguard.  Ours stayed until we were completely packed and then slipped away as quickly as he came.  The other wandered down the beach not giving us a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week during Spring break; I drove with the kids (by myself) down to FL to visit the grandparents.  Things were smooth on the way down and we had a wonderful time there.  The night before we were to leave; I had a bad dream.  I couldn't remember specifics; but I was filled with fear when I awoke about driving back hundreds of miles.  I prayed against the fear and recalled Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears." (Psalm 34:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt; "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."     (Isaiah 41:10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Whoso hearkens unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil." (Proverbs 1:33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of the  power, and of love, and of a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings      shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt    not  be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by   day."  (Psalm 91:4-5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;sattentions&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peace flooded my soul and we packed and left as planned.  Traffic was slow; but we made it to our stopping place and went up to our hotel room.  We normally stay at a place with a pool so we can let the kids get some energy out; so down to the pool we went.  I noticed a security guard in the hall of the hotel near the lobby (we were in pool gear).  I noted it because it surprised me.  We don't stay at really expensive hotels who would normally have security guards and I don't recall ever having seen a security guard there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the pool for awhile.  Occasionally, I would see the security guard pass by the door of the pool glancing in to make sure we were o.k.  He must have passed 5 or 6 times in the 40 minutes that we were there.  I didn't give it much thought until that night after I got the kids tucked in.  It was as if the Lord was whispering to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you..."  Isaiah 43:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did God send angels in the form of a lifeguard and a security guard or were they just men doing their "jobs?" I believe He allowed me just a small glimpse of His ever present love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sattentions&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it."  Hebrews 13:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sattentions&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sattentions&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-3006007068712247746?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3006007068712247746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=3006007068712247746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3006007068712247746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/3006007068712247746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Se-Kj0XLFaI/AAAAAAAAANU/covG5x-1fHY/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-7030397921297527824</id><published>2009-04-21T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:00:08.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Fill Your Lamp AND Bring Extra Oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parable of the Ten Virgins in Matthew 25 took on new meaning for me awhile back when I was reflecting on why five of them were wise and five were foolish.  Were the wise ones innately wise or was it because they were willing to listen to those who offered them council?  Most of the wisest women I know are seekers of wisdom and are willing to be taught.  They spend time in the Word of God, in the company of other women who they can learn from, and they apply the knowledge gained.  I've heard it said before that wisdom is applied knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to honor a few women who have been examples of wise women in my own life.  Some I have honored before; others I will spend more time honoring in other posts.  But I am compelled to share a few today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;~ This wonderfully loving woman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listens well.  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy watching her as we talk.  She does not plan out her responses while I am speaking.  She is willing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allow a quiet pause.  &lt;/span&gt;I can actually see her processing what I've said, considering it alongside of her own experiences, and then separating herself from the situation and drawing from Scriptural wisdom.  The wisdom and insight she offers is like a cool drink on a hot day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Not rushed or a pat answer;&lt;/span&gt; she draws from her own wells of life experience and applies Biblical wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purewells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;~ This sweet sister knows the Word of God.&lt;/span&gt;  Her wells are pure and deep.  Her love and knowledge of Scripture inspires me to want to know the Word in deeper ways myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheryl~&lt;/span&gt;I've honored Cheryl a couple of times before; but when I reflect on the parable in Matthew she leaps to mind.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is always helping me to consider "my oil" with gardening tips, home improvements, and investments into my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amomlikeyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;I can always count on Melissa to generously offer wisdom she has gleaned along the paths of life.  She shares generously to all who seek.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She does not forcefully tell you what you need to believe or do&lt;/span&gt;; she sweetly offers wisdom and leaves it up to those hearing to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have not read the parable in Matthew 25 (or you would like to refresh your memory) here it is (NIV):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24007" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;"At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24008" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;Five of them were foolish and five were wise. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24009" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24010" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;The wise, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24011" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep. &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24012" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;"At midnight the cry rang out: 'Here's the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24013" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;"Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24014" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;The foolish ones said to the wise, 'Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24015" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;" 'No,' they replied, 'there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24016" class="versenum" value="10"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;"But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24017" class="versenum" value="11"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;"Later the others also came. 'Sir! Sir!' they said. 'Open the door for us!' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24018" class="versenum" value="12"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;"But he replied, 'I tell you the truth, I don't know you.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24019" class="versenum" value="13"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;May we all "fill our lamps and bring along extra oil..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another Christ following woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=20Apr2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-7030397921297527824?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7030397921297527824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=7030397921297527824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7030397921297527824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/7030397921297527824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/titus-2-tuesday-fill-your-lamp-and.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Fill Your Lamp AND Bring Extra Oil'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1262465374440175835</id><published>2009-04-20T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:00:11.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not let the sun go down on your wrath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marital Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 31 - Do Not Let the Sun Go Down...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read a verse that said exactly what you were feeling?  So much so that you almost didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to read further so your immediate meaning was not lost?  If that doesn't make any sense to you at all; keep reading, I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned before that my husband and I often have the same end goals in mind but we end up taking completely different paths to our end goals.  Those differing paths can occasionally drive each other crazy and cause friction between us.  Not so much the good "iron sharpens iron" friction or pressure mentioned in Proverbs 27:17...the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the verse that I read and I wanted to park on this weekend:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 4:26 "Go ahead and be angry. You do well to be angry-" (The Message) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; there is so much more to this verse than the meaning those few words seem to be sending; but I admit, I foolishly camped out right there for a while this weekend.  Who hasn't?  Even the very first couple in the Bible (the ones who had the privilege of walking in the presence of God) did not walk in complete harmony:   "Then the man said, 'The woman whom You gave &lt;i&gt;to be&lt;/i&gt; with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate'”     (Genesis 3:12)  I'm sure had God not been in their midst and addressing Eve's sin at that moment we may have seen a bit of friction between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many of us (humans) take direct accusation well; even if we are in the wrong.  It is our fleshly instinct to lash back and satan is right there jumping at the chance to tell us that we have been wronged; the situation wasn't handled correctly; or that we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justified&lt;/span&gt; for our anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But take a moment to read the verse in context:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 4:26-27  Go ahead and be angry. You do well to be angry—but don't use your anger as fuel for revenge. And don't stay angry. Don't go to bed angry. Don't give the Devil that kind of foothold in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it; the T.V. images of the Cleaver family from "Leave It To Beaver" are the exception (if they exist at all.)  When I think of the most Godly people that I know here on earth  I can recall a few moments of their humanness showing through here and there.  I dare say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; marriages go through conflict or friction in one way or another from time to time.  But as you can see from the above verses; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's not that you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get angry or have tension with your spouse (or others for that matter), but what you do after the initial anger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to include&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Message&lt;/span&gt; translation of these verses because I believe it captures the meaning of the verses beautifully.  When we find ourselves angry, we need to take hold of the anger.  Confess any part of it that is sinful, and move forward from that anger - if we choose not to; we are choosing to allow satan a foothold in our lives and in our marriages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further in the same passage in Ephesians it says, " Be gentle with one another, sensitive. Forgive one another as quickly and thoroughly as God in Christ forgave you."  (4:32 The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go to bed angry (either night); yes,...no Cleaver family here...but we have recognized it all for the foolishness that it was and are committed to "being gentle with one another, sensitive, and to forgive each other." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony...I am leading a workshop this coming weekend on "Authentic Conflict Resolution."  ;) Oh, God does make sure I have an understanding of the messages that He is asking me to deliver and He ensures that I am equipped with fresh grace as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1262465374440175835?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1262465374440175835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1262465374440175835' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1262465374440175835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1262465374440175835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/marital-moments-issue-31-do-not-let-sun.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 31 - Do Not Let the Sun Go Down...'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-1973521052424003308</id><published>2009-04-14T08:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:44:29.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Second Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I wanted to share someone who was deeply impactful during my growing up years, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She was the mother of my best friend (Heather) and our families were close. They welcomed me over at their house day or night and I often celebrated holidays (like Memorial Day, Labor Day, etc.) with their family. As I reflect though, two things stand out in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I knew Jan loved me (through the ups and downs of those formative years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She used her kitchen amazingly during our teen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What teen doesn't want to cook fun things over at &lt;em&gt;someone elses house? &lt;/em&gt;:) While canning vegetables was hated in my own home; I was happy to freeze blueberries over at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; house! (Gotta love teenagers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a wonderful cook and our families cooked many things differently so I enjoyed making dinners, desserts, the renowned family rolls, etc. Not only did I learn a lot about cooking (and enjoyed eating!); but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made the most of those late night talks. We discussed many things over the years: Spiritual issues, home and family, boys, life dreams and goals. She invited me to put my views and ideas on the table. She may not always agree with me (and said so), but I knew she spoke in love and wanted the best for my life. &lt;em&gt;Many a night ended after midnight with the sink full of dishes. &lt;/em&gt;Those times were invaluable to me in the formation of my own beliefs, thoughts and life desires. While I am sure her main desire was conversing and engaging her own two daughers, she opened her home and heart to me and I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a mother myself, it is my desire to invite my children's friends over with open heart (and refrigerator!) I beleive it begins even now in these younger years as I open my kitchen to my own children and invite them to cook with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. God used you and your family mightily in my life. Thank you for loving me and opening your home to me. I don't believe I will ever forget the Friday nights eating pizza and chips while watching, "The Princess Bride;" making Cream Puff Dessert, chicken with broccoli, and enjoying your laughter as we played games and talked while waiting for many a delicious morsel to cook in the oven. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned from another Christ following woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL of us can learn something from one another. &lt;strong&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please write your "Titus 2 Post" linking back to this post first and then enter your link below.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-1973521052424003308?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1973521052424003308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=1973521052424003308' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1973521052424003308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/1973521052424003308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/titus-2-tuesday-second-mothers.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Second Mothers'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5986273368637838855</id><published>2009-04-13T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:08:19.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Moments Issue 30 - Of Phone Calls and Sticky Notes</title><content type='html'>I was going to begin this post with an "Ode to a Traveling Spouse," but sadly, poetry still escapes me. I will however, attempt to paint a picture for you with words so you can understand where I am as I begin this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night has surrounded the house. All is quiet and still. I hear the serenity of rhythmic breathing and an occasional hint of snoring from my oldest son's room. The pendulum of our grandfather clock that resides in our entry way has paused; hoping silently that someone might wind it back to life again. My home, that was so orderly just a few short days ago, has managed to experience some sort of sunami in the past 48 hours between the tides of life rushing in and out. I am worn, ready to retire myself, but am still desiring to create a welcoming atmosphere for my equally fatigued spouse who has been on a journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trying, emotionally exhausting venture where he transformed from a mere child to the encouraging adult that his parents desperately needed. He is coming home; where it is my desire that he can be restored, filled, and rest. If only for a few short hours before he will depart again into the throws of this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on two lamps and an overhead light on the dimmest settings. The downstairs, which had formerly been completely dark except for the glow of my laptop, now seems warmer, inviting. It is a beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone rings, "Thank you, thank you.." the sweet recording of our littlest one's voice captured and now featured as a ring tone. Although it is rarely loud enough for me to hear when a call is coming in, I would miss a thousand calls before erasing it. It is him, my beloved, and he is delayed. I am encouraged to close my eyes in rest. However, I want my spouse to be greeted upon his arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue is beginning to win. I resort to greeting my spouse with words. Many a meaningful word has found it's way onto sticky notes around our house. Timely Scriptures or encouragements, expressions of love, gratitude. This time however, all I seem to be able to write is, "I am aware...and I am sorry." The physical disorder of my home and a sticky note aren't going to cut it. I cannot seem to allow myself not to address the state of our home and it is not communicating the warmth that I desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stay awake, offering myself instead of a mess and I pray that although I fear I don't have much to offer at this late hour that it will be enough. Enough to show that he is loved, that he has a home to return to that is more than a physical structure, that although there are toys and shoes strewn about the floor, that his life has order, structure and meaning. "Bless my spouse Lord, please fill him up...I don't have much to offer him right now, but I pray that you will multiply my efforts...in Jesus Name, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a re-run of Marital Moments Issue 7; we are traveling this week and there hasn't been much time for posting.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5986273368637838855?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5986273368637838855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5986273368637838855' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5986273368637838855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5986273368637838855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/marital-moments-issue-30-of-phone-calls.html' title='Marital Moments Issue 30 - Of Phone Calls and Sticky Notes'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5478815461182367204</id><published>2009-04-09T08:56:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:15:13.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old things passed away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new has come'/><title type='text'>Scrapbooking Hope</title><content type='html'>I would really love to be an amazing scrapbook-er (if there is such a word!).  It seems so many of you all are.  I have all the "gear."  I actually completed one of the small books for my daughter the year after we had moved here to VA; but it never seems I have enough time or space to get it all organized and done.  Shutterfly has become my version of photo books for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is just something about the handmade isn't there?  My daughter adores her album that I hand made for her.  Just last night we were looking through it together.  I am not one of those people who can just whip a page together.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agonize&lt;/span&gt; over which photos should be used, where they should go and how to lay it all out on the page.  When I look through her album now I can remember painstakingly putting it together.  One of the photos that I went back and forth on to include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sd3xok22csI/AAAAAAAAANM/BjRYHR2aAz0/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Funeral+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sd3xok22csI/AAAAAAAAANM/BjRYHR2aAz0/s400/Dad%27s+Funeral+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322676014012592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from the burial of my father.  (I am the brunette holding my son's hand &amp;amp; my sister is kneeling.  My daughter had just placed her rose petals on the casket.  I'm not even really sure who took this picture, but I believe it was my best friend from growing up.)  As you can see, it was an emotional time for all of us - even my children clearly understood that Grandpa was no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with us&lt;/span&gt;.  I debated back and forth about adding this picture; but it was a big part of our life.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; was a big part of our lives.  And it was a photo book of that year of her life so in the end, I included it.  I left the page simple.  The dates of his birth and death and his favorite Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new." 2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my dad was a factory worker who had gone through a bitter divorce (after having two children) when he met my mom (who was 16).  They got married and had my sister and I.  Life had not been easy.  My parents marriage was rocky.  Then someone at his "shop,"  as he called it, showed him a video and shared the hope of Salvation through Jesus Christ with him.  And he accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Savior.  His heart was changed.  His mind renewed.  His life forever altered.  2 Corinthians 5:17 became his life verse - his testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I remember how he would tear up (this is a man's man mind you) singing songs like, "The Old Rugged Cross" and "Amazing Grace" at church.  He knew this grace first hand.  He had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experienced &lt;/span&gt;the love, forgiveness, and he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; believed&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his Redeemer lived&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died close to Easter.  But the joy in that is the immediate reminder of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;that this season brings.  Jesus died on the cross as payment for each of our sins.  What separates Jesus from other "wonderful men," is the fact that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not only was He the Son of God, but that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He rose from the dead&lt;/span&gt; 3 days later.  He (through the power of God) defeated death and made a way for us to one day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be in the presence&lt;/span&gt; of the almighty and holy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in reading my personal testimony of Salvation through Jesus Christ, click &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-testimony.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have questions or would like for me to pray for or with you, please e-mail me at ateachableheart@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a side note, I am not interested in debating issues of faith.  I understand that not everyone will believe as I do and that matters of faith can stir up strong emotion.  If you have sincere questions they are welcome here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in the Hope of Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5478815461182367204?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5478815461182367204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5478815461182367204' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5478815461182367204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5478815461182367204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope.html' title='Scrapbooking Hope'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/Sd3xok22csI/AAAAAAAAANM/BjRYHR2aAz0/s72-c/Dad%27s+Funeral+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-5618461224447409217</id><published>2009-04-07T00:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:53:11.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus 2 Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honestly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be real'/><title type='text'>Titus 2 Tuesday - Be Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/" target="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have learned from another woman this week? (or ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Write your own "Titus 2 Post" (linking back here somewhere within the body of your post) and enter your link below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be sharing my friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;, with you.  She is one of those naturally likable, cool, and real people that just make you want to spend more time with her.  I met &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt; in MOPS. (Mothers of Preschoolers)  She is a nurse by trade and just has the gift of holding any baby and having them be completely content to have her hold them.  After I gave birth to my last son, it was almost a closure moment for me to bring him to MOPS and to have her hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing that I learned from Kristen was the power of being real.&lt;/span&gt;  She is one of those people who is attractive enough to make you slightly intimidated until you see her interact with someone else or she speaks to you.  She diffuses that "female competition" thing that often happens by being humble, genuinely caring, and real.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She could easily pull off the "I have it all together look;" but she chooses instead to be relatable, real and open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has spoken to our MOPS group a couple of times.  The first time I remember her sharing with us, she said, "Going to marriage counseling is o.k.."  The second time she shared about Post Partum Depression.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I wasn't struggling with either of those things in those moments; the mere fact that she was willing to stand up and be open about deeper topics resonated deep within me&lt;/span&gt; because I knew that was something God was speaking to my heart about and it was so refreshing to see someone doing it with beauty and grace.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being real doesn't mean that you have to share every, in depth, and ugly detail.  &lt;/span&gt;It just simply means that you are willing to admit that you aren't perfect.  You've walked paths of darkness and struggle, and you have embraced the fact that none of us are perfect; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is only by God's grace that we are walking at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is easy to get to know and be around because you don't feel like you have to pretend to have it all together yourself.  It is easy to open up and you feel safe asking questions that you may not have even asked your sister or mother about before because you know she's not going to judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE the group &lt;a href="http://www.votaband.com/kenya/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VOTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s song, "Honestly."  Here are a few of the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you don't see the real me, you won't see what mercy's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't see my weakness you won't see what love has won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't see the distance from the darkness to the Son, you won't see.  Honestly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the light escape from these holes inside my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I start to break, then grace begins to flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the light escape from this wounded place inside my soul...  Honestly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has used&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in my life; along this path of mine to allow others to see my weaknesses.  To allow them to see God's mercy, grace, and love through the holes inside of my own soul.  &lt;/span&gt;It is my prayer today that she will inspire you to be a little more "real" today too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned from another Christ following woman?  It can be something practical and simple that we can all use in our day to day lives or something deeper - ALL of us can learn something from one another.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Join in and then go read these posts!&lt;/span&gt;  **Please write your "Titus 2 Post" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;linking back to this post&lt;/span&gt; first and then enter your link below.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=ateachableheart&amp;amp;postid=06Apr2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-5618461224447409217?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5618461224447409217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=5618461224447409217' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5618461224447409217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/5618461224447409217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/titus-2-tuesday-be-real.html' title='Titus 2 Tuesday - Be Real'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i558.photobucket.com/albums/ss24/ateachableheart/Titus%202%20Tuesday/th_Titus2TuesdayButton3_Large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-4074859231294900897</id><published>2009-04-06T00:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:00:08.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know the Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i515.photobucket.com/albums/t357/sitsgirls/SS_150x150_button.png" source="blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today my blog is being featured with an on-line blog group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Is In The Sauce!&lt;/span&gt;  If you have never heard of them before, click &lt;a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to learn more.  It is a fun way to get connected with fellow bloggers of diverse backgrounds.  SITS was created by the fabulous duo:  &lt;a href="http://mindlessjunque.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://therfamilydiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt; - who truly do an amazing job connecting us all and getting the word out about wonderful give aways and new products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how you came upon my blog today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make yourself at home.  Grab your favorite beverage and feel free to stay awhile!&lt;/span&gt;  Like most of us who blog, I enjoy comments and feedback and I will do my absolute best (even with Spring Break less than a week away!) to visit each of you who take the time to read and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some posts that you may enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a daughter - &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly-struggles.html"&gt;Butterfly Struggles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a son - &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/soul-stitches.html"&gt;Soul Stitches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for some practical "tips" - &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/titus-2-tuesday-never-return-empty-dish.html"&gt;Never Return an Empty Dish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/marital-moments-issue-10-thetraveling.html"&gt;The Traveling Spouse&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/giving-receiving.html"&gt;Giving and Receiving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith posts:  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-provides-worms.html"&gt;God Provides the Worms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-golden.html"&gt;Becoming Golden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-where-power-is.html"&gt;That's Where the Power Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for stopping in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436491287902349873-4074859231294900897?l=ateachableheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4074859231294900897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436491287902349873&amp;postID=4074859231294900897' title='153 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4074859231294900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436491287902349873/posts/default/4074859231294900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateachableheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know-secret.html' title='Do you know the Secret?'/><author><name>Shanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9Bp2ZaoCn4/SPUTEy8cKTI/AAAAAAAAADw/V_gAadPQF20/S220/Trip+to+Aruba+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>153</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436491287902349873.post-198123287901237522</id><published>2009-04-02T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:08:03.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Designer of Low Rise Jeans,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make.  I have been harboring evil thoughts about you.  So, in the spirit of making things right and letting go of my frustrations, I write.  I really did try to see who you were.  Ask.com, Google.com, none of the .coms seem to know exactly who the mastermind behind the low rise actually is.  If I wer
