tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62850309728990811572024-03-06T00:09:27.984-08:00Amazing GraceLindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-2857548985774775892011-03-07T14:51:00.000-08:002011-03-07T15:19:05.335-08:00Today has been the type of day where I just want to shut the door stay in bed and cry. Cry because of the past, cry for the present, and cry for the unknown. My body feels tired and my mind overwhelmed. No matter how much I want to be still, and let the tears flow...the precious children that the Lord has given me are calling me, waiting for me...needing me to be their Mommy! But still it has been a day full of ups and downs. Overwhelming feelings of sorrow, and joyful thought for what the Lord holds for us tomorrow. I must give to the Lord all the questions, doubts and fears and say...<em><strong>Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say It is well with my soul.</strong></em>. Lord please forgive my <strong><em>Unbelief</em></strong> and please increase my <em><strong>Faith</strong></em> and <strong><em>Strengthen</em></strong> me.<br /><br />When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,<br />When sorrows like sea billows roll;<br />Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,<br />It is well, it is well, with my soul.<br /><br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, it is well, with my soul.<br /><br />Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,<br />Let this blest assurance control,<br />That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,<br />And hath shed His own blood for my soul.<br /><br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, it is well, with my soul.<br /><br />My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!<br />My sin, not in part but the whole,<br />Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,<br />Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!<br /><br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, it is well, with my soul.<br /><br />And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,<br />The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;<br />The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,<br />Even so, it is well with my soul.<br /><br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, with my soul,<br />It is well, it is well, with my soul.Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-41882741476585628012010-05-25T23:35:00.000-07:002010-05-26T00:43:15.980-07:00My Postpartum Depression<span style="font-family:georgia;">When I had my second son Ryan, I was so full of joy! It was another amazing child birth experience with which the Lord blessed me. He was beautiful, healthy and he is a perfect fit to our family. Unfortunately, soon after I came home from the hospital I developed something more then just baby blues. It’s hard for me to say, but I had postpartum depression… it wasn’t too extreme…I know it could have been worse, but that <strong><em>doesn’t make my experience any less painful.</em></strong> I kept telling myself it was just baby blues and that it would soon fade, but time passed and I just felt worse. My poor husband witnessed many times me laughing hysterically at something, and it swiftly turning into sobs that I couldn’t control. He would come home from work, and find me sobbing gut wrenching sobs.<strong><em> I remember many times praying to God… just begging Him to take my feelings and pain away.</em></strong> My husband who is a wonderful man kept asking me what was wrong? What could he do? I really had no words to explain how horrible I felt and how extremely alone it seemed I was. Let alone tell him what he could do to help me…besides pray. Once, I finally realized that it was more then baby blues I reached out to a couple of friends. I was surprised with the different reactions I got. I expected total understanding, and support from one…only to find that my concerns were just brushed off with no real thought to my situation. I couldn’t help walking away from that experience feeling even more worthless. Weeks later, I confided in another friend, who made me feel so much better, like she understood what I was going through….<strong><em>FINALLY</em></strong>, I didn’t feel quite alone anymore. I knew that the road would still be long, but I took the encouraging words, and positive experience from her along with my husbands support, and started looking to the future. I could actually see a future that wasn’t filled with dark days and darker nights, but days full of joy! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Today, reflecting on my life, and the months that have passed since my beautiful son was born I feel like I’ve finally overcome my postpartum depression…<em><strong>like a cloud slowly lifted, and I could feel and see the Son. (yes I realized what I put…haha) </strong></em> That doesn’t mean I’m never overwhelmed, and that I don’t have down days…it just means things are clearer, I have less anxiety, feeling of worthlessness is gone, and I feel hopeful for tomorrow and thankful for God’s blessings. Remembering that dark time, I’m so thankful that I had the love and support of my husband, family members, and my friend. I thought many times that it wouldn’t go away unless I took medication….that was the last thing I wanted to do. I realize that many women have severe post partum depression, and<strong><em> NEED</em></strong> medication to<strong><em> help them</em></strong>…<em><strong>I totally support</strong></em> <strong><em>that</em></strong>. I did load up on vitamin B(s) and still do! Even though I felt so alone, I know my Heavenly Father never left my side, and he gave me strength to get through the days I felt weak. <em><strong>He loved me when I felt unlovable. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>You’re Always There for Me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">When the world comes crashing in<br />And chaos rules my mind,<br />I turn my heart to you, Lord,<br />And pure, sweet peace I find.<br />You lift me out of trouble<br />You comfort me in pain;<br />You nourish, heal and cleanse me,<br />Like cool, refreshing rain.<br />In times of joy and bliss,<br />When things are going right,<br />You lift me even higher,<br />And fill me with delight.<br />You listen to my prayers;<br />You hear my every plea;<br />I’m safe because I know<br />You’re always there for me.<br />By Joanna Fuchs</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-40494389085143113182009-02-11T16:38:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:41:47.198-07:00GOD'S BOXES<br /><br />I have in my hands two boxes, Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold."<br /><br />I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day, The black was as light as before.<br /><br />With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why, And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole, Which my sorrows had fallen out by.<br /><br />I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder where my sorrows could be!" He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My child, they're all here with me."<br /><br />I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, Why the gold and the black with the hole? "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go."<br /><br />Phyllis D. JolliffLindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-71008928471990550152009-02-03T08:52:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:12:15.183-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8j1KKX_aPqA-c51nzFvje-JUbeKWGvcZIgGa_wfe1xwwtLJLzP58hXN58I3VdqvRdrfW6tUrFVNJheUcdpWGyfSYh4KE8dMUn9aNHpQyPmUq-4W9MIgqTaCIC5PxnQoOcXyNygWzQRLxE/s1600-h/200px-Fireproof_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8j1KKX_aPqA-c51nzFvje-JUbeKWGvcZIgGa_wfe1xwwtLJLzP58hXN58I3VdqvRdrfW6tUrFVNJheUcdpWGyfSYh4KE8dMUn9aNHpQyPmUq-4W9MIgqTaCIC5PxnQoOcXyNygWzQRLxE/s320/200px-Fireproof_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298624428080838434" border="0" /></a><i><b>Fireproof</b></i> is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_in_film" title="2008 in film">2008</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">American</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drama_film" title="Drama film">drama film</a> from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Samuel_Goldwyn_Company" title="The Samuel Goldwyn Company">Samuel Goldwyn Films</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherwood_Pictures" title="Sherwood Pictures">Sherwood Pictures</a>. Stephen Kendrick co-wrote the film with his brother, while serving as a producer. The supporting cast is made up of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volunteer" title="Volunteer">volunteers</a> from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherwood_Baptist_Church" title="Sherwood Baptist Church">Sherwood Baptist Church</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albany,_Georgia" title="Albany, Georgia">Albany, Georgia</a>, where the Kendrick brothers serve as associate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pastor" title="Pastor">pastors</a>. The film features <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirk_Cameron" title="Kirk Cameron">Kirk Cameron</a> as the film's lead actor, portraying Caleb Holt. It was the highest grossing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independent_film" title="Independent film">independent film</a> of 2008.<sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-2" title=""><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup> <p>On May 21, 2008, Sherwood Pictures announced that the film would open in theaters on September 26, 2008.<sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-3" title=""><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></a></sup> It was given an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MPAA" title="MPAA" class="mw-redirect">MPAA</a> rating of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motion_Picture_Association_of_America_film_rating_system" title="Motion Picture Association of America film rating system">PG</a> for "thematic material and some peril."<sup id="cite_ref-4" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-4" title=""><span>[</span>5<span>]</span></a></sup> <i>The Making of Fireproof</i> special aired on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_Broadcasting_Network" title="Trinity Broadcasting Network">Trinity Broadcasting Network</a> prior to the movie's release, following a special airing of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherwood_Pictures" title="Sherwood Pictures">Sherwood Pictures</a>' second theatrical release, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facing_the_Giants" title="Facing the Giants">Facing the Giants</a></i>.<sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-5" title=""><span>[</span>6<span>]</span></a><br /></sup></p> <h2><span class="mw-headline">Plot</span></h2> <p><i>Fireproof</i> is the story of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefighter" title="Firefighter">firefighter</a> Captain Caleb Holt (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirk_Cameron" title="Kirk Cameron">Kirk Cameron</a>) who lives by the old firefighter's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adage" title="Adage">adage</a>: <i>Never leave your partner behind</i>. But, after seven years of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage" title="Marriage">marriage</a> to his wife, Catherine (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erin_Bethea" title="Erin Bethea">Erin Bethea</a>), their own relationship is failing. Neither one understands the pressures the other faces.<sup id="cite_ref-PDF_6-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-PDF-6" title=""><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup> Caleb claims that Catherine is too sensitive and, "doesn't show me respect," whereas she tells her hospital co-workers that he is, "so insensitive," and that, "he doesn't listen to me," and, "doesn't understand my needs." Caleb's addiction to Internet pornography is what sets the marriage over the edge, however, as well as his plan to use his investments for buying a fishing boat rather than a common goal with his wife.<sup id="cite_ref-7" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-7" title=""><span>[</span>8<span>]</span></a></sup> As they prepare to file for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divorce" title="Divorce">divorce</a>, Caleb's father challenges his son to commit to a 40-day test called, "The Love Dare." Caleb starts it, but more for his father's sake than for his marriage.</p> <p>When Caleb discovers the book’s daily challenges are tied into his parents' newfound <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith" title="Faith">faith</a>, his already limited interest is further dampened.</p> <p>Even though he wants to stay true to his promise, Caleb becomes frustrated time and time again. He finally asks his father, "How am I supposed to show love to somebody who constantly <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_rejection" title="Social rejection">rejects</a> me?" When his father tells him that this is the love God shows to people, Caleb makes a life-changing commitment to love <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God">God</a>. And, with God's help, Caleb begins to understand what it means to truly love his wife. But, he is unsure if it's too late to "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproofing" title="Fireproofing">fireproof</a>" his marriage.<sup id="cite_ref-PDF_6-1" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-PDF-6" title=""><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a><br /></sup></p> <h2><span class="mw-headline">Marriage views</span></h2> <dl> <dd><span class="boilerplate seealso"><i>See also: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_My_Marriage" title="Fireproof My Marriage">Fireproof My Marriage</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Love_Dare" title="The Love Dare">The Love Dare</a></i></span></dd> </dl> <p><i>Fireproof</i> is partnered with <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_My_Marriage" title="Fireproof My Marriage">Fireproof My Marriage</a></i>, a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity" title="Christianity">Christian</a> organization created to strengthen and heal marriages.<sup id="cite_ref-11" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-11" title=""><span>[</span>12<span>]</span></a></sup> <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Love_Dare" title="The Love Dare">The Love Dare</a></i>, a book written by Alex and Stephen Kendrick, is a major topic in the film, being one of the main points of the plot. Alex Kendrick said in an interview that this film would be "a drama/romance about marriage. Our goal is to reinforce God's intention for marriage."<sup id="cite_ref-12" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-12" title=""><span>[</span>13<span>]</span></a></sup></p> <p><i>Fireproof</i> has been endorsed by many Christian marriage-oriented organizations, including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FamilyLife" title="FamilyLife">FamilyLife</a>,<sup id="cite_ref-13" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-13" title=""><span>[</span>14<span>]</span></a></sup> <i>The Marriage CoMission</i>, <i>The Association of Marriage and Family Ministries</i>,<sup id="cite_ref-14" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-14" title=""><span>[</span>15<span>]</span></a></sup> <i>Marriage Alive Communications</i><sup id="cite_ref-15" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-15" title=""><span></span><span></span></a></sup> and <i>MarriageToday</i>.<sup id="cite_ref-16" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-16" title=""><span></span></a><br /></sup></p> <h3><span class="mw-headline">Christian groups</span></h3> <p>The movie has received extremely positive reviews from Christian groups. Mitch Temple of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Focus_on_the_Family" title="Focus on the Family" class="mw-redirect">Focus on the Family</a> said that, "This brilliantly produced film radiates messages of authentic determination, faith and hope, even for those of us who have felt like giving up on our marriages."<sup id="cite_ref-22" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-22" title=""><span></span><span></span></a></sup> Michael Foust of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baptist_Press" title="Baptist Press">Baptist Press</a> said: "I walked into the theater without any expectations, but walked out after the closing credits believing I had just seen perhaps the most convicting and inspiring film I had ever viewed. Fireproof isn't just a great Christian movie. It's a great movie. Period."<br /></p> <p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpuRpjPSFpc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpuRpjPSFpc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpuRpjPSFpc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpuRpjPSFpc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><sup id="cite_ref-23" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireproof_%282008_film%29#cite_note-23" title=""><span></span><span></span></a></sup></p> <p><a name="Box_office" id="Box_office"></a></p> <h3><span class="editsection"></span><span class="mw-headline"><br /></span></h3> <p><a name="Cast" id="Cast"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"><br /></span><span class="mw-headline"></span></h2>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-91210835295836326032009-01-31T21:21:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:41:28.728-07:00Pro Life....Fight FOCA<span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, helvetica;font-size:85%;"><b>"If men strive, and hurt a women with child, so that her fruit depart from her, and yet no mischief follow: he shall be surely punished, according as the woman's husband will lay upon him; and he shall pay as the judges determine. And if any mischief follow, then thou shalt give life for life" (Ex.21:22-23).<br /></b></span><img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n266/emmybemmy132/baby.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf0XIRZSTt8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf0XIRZSTt8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading">Freedom of Choice Act</h1> <h3 id="siteSub">From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</h3> <div id="jump-to-nav">Jump to: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#column-one">navigation</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#searchInput">search</a></div> <!-- start content --> <p>The <i><b>Freedom of Choice Act</b></i> (<a href="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110hr1964" class="external text" title="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110hr1964" rel="nofollow">H.R. 1964</a>/<a href="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110s1173" class="external text" title="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110s1173" rel="nofollow">S. 1173</a>) was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_%28proposed_law%29" title="Bill (proposed law)">bill</a> in the 110th <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Congress" title="United States Congress">United States Congress</a> which "declares that it is the policy of the United States that every woman has the fundamental right to choose to bear a child; terminate a pregnancy prior to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fetus#Viability" title="Fetus">fetal viability</a>; or terminate a pregnancy after viability when necessary to protect her life or her health."</p> <p>It prohibits a federal, state, or local governmental entity from denying or interfering with a woman's right to exercise such choices; or discriminating against the exercise of those rights in the regulation or provision of benefits, facilities, services, or information. Provides that such prohibition shall apply retroactively.</p> It also authorizes an individual aggrieved by a violation of this Act to obtain appropriate relief, including relief against a governmental entity, in a civil action."<br /><h2><span class="mw-headline">Debate</span></h2> <div class="thumb tright"> <div class="thumbinner" style="width: 224px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:No_FOCA_crop.jpg" class="image" title="Two days after Barack Obama's inauguration, a protester in the March for Life holds a "No FOCA" sign."><img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2a/No_FOCA_crop.jpg/222px-No_FOCA_crop.jpg" class="thumbimage" border="0" height="296" width="222" /></a> <div class="thumbcaption"> <div class="magnify"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:No_FOCA_crop.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"><img src="http://en.wikipedia.org/skins-1.5/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" height="11" width="15" /></a></div> Two days after <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama_2009_presidential_inauguration" title="Barack Obama 2009 presidential inauguration" class="mw-redirect">Barack Obama's inauguration</a>, a protester in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_for_Life" title="March for Life">March for Life</a> holds a "No FOCA" sign.</div> </div> </div> <p>Then-senator <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama" title="Barack Obama">Barack Obama</a> became a co-sponsor of the 2007 Senate version of the bill (<a href="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110s1173" class="external text" title="http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.110s1173" rel="nofollow">S. 1173</a>). Responding to a question regarding how he would preserve reproductive rights in a speech given to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planned_Parenthood" title="Planned Parenthood">Planned Parenthood</a> Action Fund on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/July_17" title="July 17">July 17</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007" title="2007">2007</a>, he declared "The first thing I'd do, as president, is sign the Freedom of Choice Act. That's the first thing that I'd do."<sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-5" title=""><span>[</span>6<span>]</span></a></sup> Those who oppose the Act have interpreted it as an attempt to obligate religious hospitals to either "do abortions or close",<sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-6" title=""><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup> supporters point to conscience clause laws<sup id="cite_ref-7" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-7" title=""><span>[</span>8<span>]</span></a></sup> that would protect religious hospitals.<sup id="cite_ref-8" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-8" title=""><span>[</span>9<span>]</span></a></sup> Opponents counter that such conscience clauses are weak and easily reinterpreted, and do not explicitly allow religious hospitals to ban the abortion procedure within the hospital.<sup id="cite_ref-9" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-9" title=""><span>[</span>10<span>]</span></a></sup></p> <p>The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Conference_of_Catholic_Bishops" title="United States Conference of Catholic Bishops">U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB)</a> has been strongly opposed to the Freedom of Choice Act. According to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Conference_of_Catholic_Bishops" title="United States Conference of Catholic Bishops">USCCB</a>'s Secretariat for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pro-life" title="Pro-life">Pro-Life</a> Activites, FOCA would not only "codify the Supreme Court's 1973 decision in <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roe_v._Wade" title="Roe v. Wade">Roe v. Wade</a></i>" but "in allowing and promoting abortion, FOCA goes far beyond even <i>Roe</i>."<sup id="cite_ref-10" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-10" title=""><span>[</span>11<span>]</span></a></sup></p> <p>The pro-life organization <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Americans_United_for_Life" title="Americans United for Life">Americans United for Life (AUL)</a> began a petition called <a href="http://www.fightfoca.com/" class="external text" title="http://www.FightFOCA.com/" rel="nofollow">Fight FOCA</a> which it plans to send to Congress when the act is reintroduced to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/111th_Congress" title="111th Congress" class="mw-redirect">111th Congress</a>.<sup id="cite_ref-11" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_Choice_Act#cite_note-11" title=""><span>[</span>12<span>]</span></a></sup></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.fightfoca.com/" mce_href="http://www.fightfoca.com/"><img src="http://www.fightfoca.com/btn-FightFOCA-Ad-01.png" mce_src="http://www.fightfoca.com/wp-content/themes/blank3/images/btn-FightFOCA-Ad-01.png" border="0" width="200" height="297" /></a><br />FightFOCA.com is a project of <a href="http://www.aulaction.org/">AUL Action</a> , the legislative arm of <a href="http://www.aul.org/" target="_blank">Americans United for Life (AUL)</a> . The first national pro-life organization in America, AUL has been committed to defending human life through vigorous judicial, legislative, and educational efforts at both the federal and state levels since 1971. In addition, AUL has been involved in every pro-life case before the Supreme Court since <em>Roe v. Wade.</em><br /><br /><p>Fight FOCA Petition </p> <p>I oppose the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA), because: </p> <p>--FOCA is a radical attempt to enshrine abortion-on-demand into American law; </p> <p>--FOCA seeks to sweep aside existing, protective laws that I and the majority of Americans support; </p> --FOCA will prevent states from enacting protective measures in the future.<br /><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.fightfoca.com/" mce_href="http://www.fightfoca.com/"><img src="http://www.fightfoca.com/btn-FightFOCA-Ad-03.png" mce_src="http://www.fightfoca.com/wp-content/themes/blank3/images/btn-FightFOCA-Ad-03.png" border="0" width="600" height="125" /></a><br /><br /><br /><h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;">“It is poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.” <img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as3.gif" title="Author Popularity 6/10" alt="" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/mother_teresa_of_calcutta/">Mother Teresa</a></h1>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-64872556518110198872009-01-27T21:38:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:31:51.478-07:00Jacob is 2!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cz37-fwK80yhjGJBL0Eb6QY53iJv10iBzL26XH1aZpkQ7DkJRtsT6_LVewPuGPgp-B6BvZi_qjLdWWLz78Ut8ULeF4AHZ9gXlYFsifFYm6zVXVz57Xs8mlHfMyc0VH68V1aRsRGn2uB4/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cz37-fwK80yhjGJBL0Eb6QY53iJv10iBzL26XH1aZpkQ7DkJRtsT6_LVewPuGPgp-B6BvZi_qjLdWWLz78Ut8ULeF4AHZ9gXlYFsifFYm6zVXVz57Xs8mlHfMyc0VH68V1aRsRGn2uB4/s200/IMG_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296215916473801442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBsedI83Ve_bp5DUTALYNpe6rpsOUjgA7WX_QK8zZmr_xqBrPkMaj_irG_1PBmy6xCZCbkQ3ujbVMLJ5wj66R2Ten3FhvQqLinPjmWTWVDISadhlh_0UihUqcRpbUeU9LwFLl58xbfddp/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBsedI83Ve_bp5DUTALYNpe6rpsOUjgA7WX_QK8zZmr_xqBrPkMaj_irG_1PBmy6xCZCbkQ3ujbVMLJ5wj66R2Ten3FhvQqLinPjmWTWVDISadhlh_0UihUqcRpbUeU9LwFLl58xbfddp/s200/IMG_1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296218903675942450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtce0BcEZLulxrAvMT25GnQNz9oS22lNdUWJ4-9pVEvvpXLcLoG5mQUuRpoDej4GCHxUJghGXMi5nfhNFd12hQ4AJFT8bzzIbDNB6NQSvyYM7OSXRljfnOn7GnbS_8WQsfGiWUw7YauzYJ/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtce0BcEZLulxrAvMT25GnQNz9oS22lNdUWJ4-9pVEvvpXLcLoG5mQUuRpoDej4GCHxUJghGXMi5nfhNFd12hQ4AJFT8bzzIbDNB6NQSvyYM7OSXRljfnOn7GnbS_8WQsfGiWUw7YauzYJ/s200/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296218416453179138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Jacob turned 2 on Monday the 26th, I can’t believe my baby boy has turned 2 it seems impossible! This last weekend my parents and sister came over from EA WA , and we took Jacob to Chuck E’ Cheese to celebrate his 2nd Birthday. We all had a great time, and Jacob was amazed by all the games, lights and kids running everywhere!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO1TXw1hPaU7yM75VaJHo18LgW0CB_T7MUu0NrWmbuyfFvNRwJbHTybH0Y3TylecPhbCmUKJyU051sfWFAtnr5Wu9cLGYRYp9zHnwS_u4hlGMyQIN9vvlvQ70lTftXLnMBDNe10hWtmBl/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO1TXw1hPaU7yM75VaJHo18LgW0CB_T7MUu0NrWmbuyfFvNRwJbHTybH0Y3TylecPhbCmUKJyU051sfWFAtnr5Wu9cLGYRYp9zHnwS_u4hlGMyQIN9vvlvQ70lTftXLnMBDNe10hWtmBl/s200/IMG_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296219185290956082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIoPM5-U2tYhlTJNsDmEHT_9GxLjMWsStwxlVQxFxMkZXetcYRuDTtCQ2R0k7qVIDGO4ErtyOcwk-Hwv3LX63s1XyKyDxucas0sU0Ko_TEcNe3Z9DpxAQwr34HGLO2bh_RI1zbWgQQX5b/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIoPM5-U2tYhlTJNsDmEHT_9GxLjMWsStwxlVQxFxMkZXetcYRuDTtCQ2R0k7qVIDGO4ErtyOcwk-Hwv3LX63s1XyKyDxucas0sU0Ko_TEcNe3Z9DpxAQwr34HGLO2bh_RI1zbWgQQX5b/s200/IMG_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296219392946807810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYV6fStangLIZ2GbGOsut0aXAhkFpWaWhjq-PF4t_6pcEh1_tTSJo-d_BOX6Oe6-Xv6aYxkweZemBHdg0Im3TdLNr1nbyWrsEznXSf3F0-_HNZOKu2Qj8xkveQhP7OdF8b_TIWE-fVPYy/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYV6fStangLIZ2GbGOsut0aXAhkFpWaWhjq-PF4t_6pcEh1_tTSJo-d_BOX6Oe6-Xv6aYxkweZemBHdg0Im3TdLNr1nbyWrsEznXSf3F0-_HNZOKu2Qj8xkveQhP7OdF8b_TIWE-fVPYy/s200/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296219751592643250" border="0" /></a>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-34613820638331969312009-01-15T14:14:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:43:15.981-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="en-KJV-28148" class="sup"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just wanted to share a few Bible verses that I read when I need encouragement. Thank you Lord for your grace!</span><br /><br /><br />Romans 8: 31-39<br /><br />31. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? </span> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28149" class="sup">32</span>. He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28150" class="sup">33</span>. Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth. </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28151" class="sup">34. </span>Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us. </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28152" class="sup">35. </span>Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28153" class="sup">36. </span>As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28154" class="sup">37</span>. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28155" class="sup">38</span>. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span id="en-KJV-28156" class="sup">39. </span>Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.</p> <p><br /></p>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-766728734816786772009-01-05T14:36:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:40:59.970-07:00I needed a laugh!<div align="left"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">A young woman teacher with obvious liberal tendencies explains to her class of small children that she is an atheist. She asks her class if they are atheists too. Not really knowing what atheism is but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like fleshy fireworks.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> There is, however, one exception. A beautiful girl named Lucy has not gone along with the crowd. The teacher asks her why she has decided to be different.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> "Because, I'm not an atheist."</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Then, asks the teacher, "What are you?"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> "I'm a Christian."</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks Lucy why she is a Christian.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> "Well, I was brought up knowing and loving Jesus. My mom is a Christian, and my dad is a Christian, so I am a Christian."</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> The teacher is now angry. "That's no reason," she says loudly.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> "What if your mom was an idiot and your dad was an idiot. What would you be then?"</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Lucy paused, smiled and said, "Then, I'd be an atheist!"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">At Sunday school they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings. Little Johnny seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam's ribs.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Later in the week his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and said, Johnny what is the matter? Little Johnny responded, "I have a pain in my side. I think I'm going to have a wife."</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-8601667239193269602008-12-22T21:29:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:40:31.338-07:00The Mom Song<object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMhuAtyFCrw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMhuAtyFCrw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-88870941500752614822008-12-17T14:56:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:13:35.430-07:00I've been TAGGED:<div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="post-body entry-content"> 1. I AM...still amazed how much God loves us!<br />2. I WANT...warm soft boots...so cold.<br />3. I HAVE…so much to thank God for.<br />4. I KEEP... cleaning the same things over and over again...haha!<br />5. I WISH I COULD... play the piano better...like Ally or Pastor Hake<br />6. I HATE… all insects!<br />7. I FEAR... loosing my family<br />8. I HEAR...silence....Jacob is sleeping<br />9. I DON'T THINK... I'll get Christmas cards sent out...:(<br />10. I REGRET... that I stopped running...yikes!<br />11. I LOVE...my family and friends<br />12. I AM NOT... warm<br />13. I DANCE... when I'm happy<br />14. I SING... songs that I make up...my poor son gets to hear them all the time :)<br />15. I NEVER...cross everything of my list<br />16. I RARELY... get mad...haha<br />17. I CRY WHEN I WATCH... anything...I'm a huge cry baby<br />18. I AM NOT ALWAYS... prepared<br />19. I HATE THAT...I live so far away from my family<br />20. I'M CONFUSED ABOUT... alot of things...just ask my wonderful husband who gets asked all my questions....haha!<br />21. I NEED... to have tea with Ally soon! I love you too :)<br /><br />I TAG Shannon again! </div> <div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="post-author vcard"></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-378012866"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2605645960613420645&postID=3004021435211667485" title="Edit Post"><br /></a> </span> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"> <span class="post-labels"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"> <span class="post-location"> </span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="comments" id="comments"> <a name="comments"></a></div>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-59015770505393750382008-12-17T14:09:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:43:15.982-07:00I'm still Amazed!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Today, Jacob and I were heading into town, and I started thinking about what Mrs. Hughes said in our devotion</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">on Monday night. She asked us to consider Mary, and what it was like that first Christmas night when Jesus was born. I started thinking how Mary must have loved holding the Son of God in here arms. Then, I thought about Jesus as a baby, and how his little hands that Mary probably held grew into the hands that were nailed to a cross, and how is little head that Mary probably kissed was crowned with thorns, and that perfect little boy that Mary watched grow was crucified for my sins. I'm still amazed how much God loves us all, and so thankful for the gift of Salvation. I'm so happy that my family knows the true meaning of Christmas, and I look forward to sharing that with Jacob as he gets older.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgXWkkawzEZp7MeaBDSCKkxVIvtLHzHjJC2PCM-MxoOBMf_-E6UrjAJH5ud6vcdbw-Mw2uhI5znvOwD-po_-p1GFmOLTFPFi3bszfHO0-imzMm4HrjplHwI2uJE4IQMouVYGVkm9neB2c/s1600-h/Shadow+of+the+Cross.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgXWkkawzEZp7MeaBDSCKkxVIvtLHzHjJC2PCM-MxoOBMf_-E6UrjAJH5ud6vcdbw-Mw2uhI5znvOwD-po_-p1GFmOLTFPFi3bszfHO0-imzMm4HrjplHwI2uJE4IQMouVYGVkm9neB2c/s320/Shadow+of+the+Cross.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280895090483512034" border="0" /></a>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-18717896321254121332008-12-16T21:28:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:43:15.982-07:00The LEGEND of the Candy Cane<img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy1.gif" height="24" width="24" /><img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy2.gif" height="24" width="24" /><img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy3.gif" height="24" width="24" /><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"><strong> </strong></span><img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy1.gif" height="24" width="24" /><img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy2.gif" height="24" width="24" /><img src="http://www.homeschooled-kids.com/images/17misccandy3.gif" height="24" width="24" /> <blockquote> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>A Candymaker in Indiana wanted to make a candy that would help us remember who Christmas is really about. So he made a Christmas Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols for the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ. </strong></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>He began with a stick of pure white, hard candy. White to symbolize the virgin birth and sinless nature of Jesus. Hard candy to symbolize the solid rock, the foundation of the Church, and firmness of the promises of God. </strong></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>The candymaker made the candy in the form of a "J" to represent the name of Jesus. It also represented the staff of the "Good Shepherd". </strong></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>The candymaker then included red stripes. He used three small stripes and a large red stripe to represent the suffering Christ endured at the end of his life. </strong></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>The candy became known as a Candy Cane - a decoration seen at Christmas time. The meaning has faded, but still gives joy to children young and old, whom Jesus loves and treasures.<br /></strong></span></p> <center style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><img src="http://www.alighthouse.com/candycane.gif" /></center> <p> </p> <h3><span style="color:red;"> Look at the Candy Cane<br /> What do you see?<br />Stripes that are red<br /> Like the blood shed for me<br /> </span><p> <span style="color:red;">White is for my Savior<br />Who's sinless and pure!<br /> "J" is for Jesus My Lord, that's for sure!<br /> </span></p><p> <span style="color:red;">Turn it around<br /> And a staff you will see<br /> Jesus my shepherd<br /> Was born for Me!<br /></span></p><p> </p><center><span style="color:red;"><img src="http://www.alighthouse.com/candylb.gif" /></span></center></h3> </blockquote>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-58188418180989658982008-12-01T14:12:00.001-08:002010-05-26T00:38:08.349-07:00The Armstrong Elves<div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"><object id="A955640" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=eyVa1ubkS5QROptC&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="425"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=eyVa1ubkS5QROptC&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=eyVa1ubkS5QROptC&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;">Send your own <a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/">ElfYourself</a> <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables">eCards</a></div></div><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODE2OTQ1NzEwOSZwdD*xMjI4MTY5NTE1OTUzJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY4Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*4MjM*MGE*YzlhYjg*YTVjOTA3YzRjOGJkZjhjNTRjNg==.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" />Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-85878486115369167622008-11-28T20:00:00.000-08:002010-05-26T00:37:18.161-07:00Purple Garlic Mash Potatoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpNmb86lDvvnUkT_HPhUV13F_MguVN6WzNYiybUWvHrDoW92XMSZmDxGMA2NhOxO8Q_Yq1IeEx-EzwKchKqxuEAmOo0njiZMs_Cp0PGQ_deE2mzTTDsq3alO0OOMXUtboi5oRX5xRaO4z/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpNmb86lDvvnUkT_HPhUV13F_MguVN6WzNYiybUWvHrDoW92XMSZmDxGMA2NhOxO8Q_Yq1IeEx-EzwKchKqxuEAmOo0njiZMs_Cp0PGQ_deE2mzTTDsq3alO0OOMXUtboi5oRX5xRaO4z/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273927669915638626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I just wanted to share with you all our purple garlic mash potatoes we had for Thanksgiving with my family. Yes, the potatoes are actually purple... they're supposed to be more of a blue color, but for whatever reason they turned out purple. My Mom works for the WSU experiment station in Prosser, and one of the doctors is trying to make red, white and blue chips! It was a little freaky because they were so purple, but at least they tasted good! </span>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-75889846046205099132008-11-25T18:50:00.001-08:002010-05-26T00:37:43.770-07:00Ten things I'm Thankful for.<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> I'm not sure how this tag thing works. Alice might need to walk me through it. :) </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">1) My </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Salvation</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> ,the</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Bible</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">, and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Gods a</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">mazing grace</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">. </span><strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></strong><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Psalm 84:11 "For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give </span><b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">grace</b><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> and glo</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">ry: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly."</span><strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></strong><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">2) My best friend and wonderful husband Dan. He has shown me what love is. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"I love you</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you."</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Roy Croft</span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDyxFbwn4bXz_A-zhTpOlCRwzCSaoKGJR2celQykPaO30IVzy0HlDSIMaI3BUVoIyGxrXqpQSVeu_bvpgP97JRR34Ni4vvsrvQkC0zLVJtxdtVrMRBH4UV3SuxOmpSscswaP4DEzu5kwz/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDyxFbwn4bXz_A-zhTpOlCRwzCSaoKGJR2celQykPaO30IVzy0HlDSIMaI3BUVoIyGxrXqpQSVeu_bvpgP97JRR34Ni4vvsrvQkC0zLVJtxdtVrMRBH4UV3SuxOmpSscswaP4DEzu5kwz/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272811529247529762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">3) My sweet boy Jacob. </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlnkhgZJQ-AF6M4TxDd3CZg5zgpBbtJSiZTlmUBsr8n6okk8rXusBqKIkyeQkcCg80UB4I7phUTb99ruiLQyY27HSl5LHkmQXbNGLg8h2JhhK9EKs74cKBITzuX83Ekr-ts1mfjBmJu-o/s1600-h/P1280143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlnkhgZJQ-AF6M4TxDd3CZg5zgpBbtJSiZTlmUBsr8n6okk8rXusBqKIkyeQkcCg80UB4I7phUTb99ruiLQyY27HSl5LHkmQXbNGLg8h2JhhK9EKs74cKBITzuX83Ekr-ts1mfjBmJu-o/s200/P1280143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814384042623618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My mind always wonders back to the day I found out I was pregnant, and how happy I was. Tears of joy started streaming down my face once the doctor told me the reason why I had been feeling so sick...she mistook my tears for sadness, I quickly told her that they were tears of joy! I had desperately wanted to become a mother, but do to certain things happening in my life, I never thought it was a possibility. The love I feel for him takes my breath away!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">4) My Grandma Lil. </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxeSUpfTnoCTp7dZDogloeBRdR-E5NfIldcyZ463HvKtDfKqJI6m_GrPUGGAUoimgtpC42qcqrZdrS7l5zFbPVWiaUgTw7yD31dccRwQ2s_wNSFcT1tLuGWOumjKgETi0psf7ct4GqSEg/s1600-h/Grandma+lil+and+me.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxeSUpfTnoCTp7dZDogloeBRdR-E5NfIldcyZ463HvKtDfKqJI6m_GrPUGGAUoimgtpC42qcqrZdrS7l5zFbPVWiaUgTw7yD31dccRwQ2s_wNSFcT1tLuGWOumjKgETi0psf7ct4GqSEg/s400/Grandma+lil+and+me.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272830734830836546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I can't thank my Grandma enough. She was the one that made sure all her grandchildren grew up knowing the love of the Saviour. She took us to church, enrolled us in christian school, read to us about God, sang praises to His name in front of us, and she prayed for everyone of us at least once a day. No matter what was going wrong in my life...she always found a way to make it better with her words of encouragement, prayer, faith and love.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">5) My Parents. I love and miss them so much. They have given me so much to be thankful for!</span><br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> 6) My lovely sister...no one else gets our family :) I begged my parents for a baby brother or sister for years. Finally 9 1/2 years later my baby sister came into the world. From the moment she was born, I have loved, protected, spoiled,</span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kbxZZbnD5tCVrWzvb0brL79mCNFRdRlqxTKzAPC5hCV4JueEohvfSed7k6hIBEKQQhtmOSB9UHXqd24GTR7e_oRdSyO5Up_K84FRaKEQjafRlbz3u-Nv9ap3A31trxJ54WzeI38NUTT0/s1600-h/Kels,Jake%26+me.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kbxZZbnD5tCVrWzvb0brL79mCNFRdRlqxTKzAPC5hCV4JueEohvfSed7k6hIBEKQQhtmOSB9UHXqd24GTR7e_oRdSyO5Up_K84FRaKEQjafRlbz3u-Nv9ap3A31trxJ54WzeI38NUTT0/s400/Kels,Jake%26+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272831625076663490" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> and yes fought with her, but we have an amazing bond. I'm so happy we are sisters and friends. I love her so!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">7) My friends. I have meet, and became friends with many different people over the years and I've been blessed by each friendship, but I have found a group of wonderful christian women that I consider my close friends at BBC. I love them and I'm so thankful for them.</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> 8) My church. I spent several years not going to church. Living my life how I wanted to...I knew I needed to start living a christian life and get back into church. Our family finally made the decision that we needed to find a church, I knew the type of church I wanted to be apart of...but my husband not growing up Baptist wasn't so sure that he wanted to try out a Baptist church. We finally agreed that we would try out different churches, but we both wanted the church we decided on to use one Bible the KJV. After looking around town we decided to give a Christian Church a try. We went on Easter Sunday...how bad could they mess that up...right! Well, about 15 minutes into the singing...no sermon I was ready to run away. Once we were in the car Dan and I looked at each other and said </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">NO</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">! We started looking on the internet, and I found the BBC website...I was so excited! Our first Sunday at BBC I felt like I'd come home, I was so thankful that Dan felt the same way! We our so thankful for our Pastor and BBC! </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> 9) Our home. It might not be the best looking home on the block...hehe, but it's home to us. We've put tons of money and many hours into our home. It's made Dan and I closer by working together, and it's given me a wonderful neighbor and friend...Alice! </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> 10) A good cup of coffee/tea. What can I say it gets me through the day :)</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> I think I will tag my friend Shannon :) </span>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-76062407096106464112008-11-06T21:30:00.001-08:002010-05-26T00:35:33.551-07:00Top Ten Signs You've Been Home Alone With the Kids for Too Long<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >By Linda Sultan </span> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">10. You wait for your child to nap so you can play with Barbie all by yourself. </span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">9. You begin cutting your own meat into tiny little pieces. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">8. Big Bird’s new bow <a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.parentinghumor.com/activityecenter/humorous/tensigns.htm#"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255) ! important; font-family: arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;">tie</span></span><span style="position: relative;" id="preLoadWrap1"><div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer1"><img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" /></div></span></a> gives him a handsome, debonair look you never noticed before. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">7. You call your mother and tell her all you’re friends are busy, you have nobody to play with and you’re bored. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">6. When you finally sit down with your new novel, you start to read it aloud. </span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">5. You long to watch a TV show NOT brought to you by a letter of the alphabet. </span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">4. There’s an ad for shoes across from an ad for diapers and the diaper ad gets your attention. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">3. You don’t mind being sticky. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">2. You can’t remember the last time you were alone in the bathroom. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">and the number one sign you’ve been home alone with the kids for way too long </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">1. You wish your mother lived with you.<br /></span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /> </span><a href="http://www.parentinghumor.com/%20http:/www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/096518210X/themwordparehumo%20"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></a></p>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-19598895771647657822008-11-01T19:08:00.000-07:002010-05-26T00:23:34.919-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLMa7hXAOhU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLMa7hXAOhU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-25551639369292911822008-10-30T14:45:00.000-07:002010-05-26T00:36:37.956-07:00<strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"> "Christians" - by Mayla Angelo</span></strong><br /> <center style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"><pre><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."<br /><br />I'm whispering "I was lost,<br /><br />Now I'm found and forgiven."<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I don't speak of this with pride.<br /><br />I'm confessing that I stumble<br /><br />and need Christ to be my guide.<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I'm not trying to be strong.<br /><br />I'm professing that I'm weak<br /><br />And need His strength to carry on.<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I'm not bragging of success.<br /><br />I'm admitting I have failed<br /><br />And need God to clean my mess.<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I'm not claiming to be perfect,<br /><br />My flaws are far too visible<br /><br />But, God believes I am worth it.<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I still feel the sting of pain.<br /><br />I have my share of heartaches<br /><br />So I call upon His name.<br /><br /><br />When I say... "I am a Christian"<br /><br />I'm not holier than thou,<br /><br />I'm just a simple sinner<br /><br />Who received God's good grace, somehow!</pre></center>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-64216598164475490852008-10-28T13:52:00.001-07:002010-05-26T00:20:48.914-07:00Pumpkin Floss<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Last night we went outside and started carving our pumpkins. Once we got to the gross part of</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">gutting our pumpkins Dan told Jacob that the stringy pumpkin guts were dental floss.</span> <a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSrMxXS0wXSGzqSKtRp2yIsA89QWHTIor8Xu-9TbLUKu2CXfRsVcc1QbcSmFI_M3zcmgn4jNz_3ZyWKg3FcYXphHAtbqMM3OVjiF-OTWl-tu__hVTUtmMfIy9UNl9pXhQ6EWyPMB452JM/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSrMxXS0wXSGzqSKtRp2yIsA89QWHTIor8Xu-9TbLUKu2CXfRsVcc1QbcSmFI_M3zcmgn4jNz_3ZyWKg3FcYXphHAtbqMM3OVjiF-OTWl-tu__hVTUtmMfIy9UNl9pXhQ6EWyPMB452JM/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262312248332005458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> Jacob</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">loves to floss his teeth, so listening to his Dad he started putting the stringy pumpkin guts through is mouth like he does when he gets dental floss! I thought it was pretty gross and told him to stop! Of course his Dad said that it was fine, and encouraged Jacob to continue flossing his teeth. Unfortunately, Jacob wasn't happy just flossing with the pumpkin guts. Jacob started spooning out the guts and eating them!</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqsWSQhagJUnQTzQvzRuj4gTHl6meHfJO6W3UsNam83IcBuAKs4hQG3LKLATR5cdPMeXMPM3mVzZD-UlJwzFIR16sCBWH4xSf3whxUvvOOlLITU1aAvlQ8tZCcM1bRW0O2tPNlMYdcfG5/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqsWSQhagJUnQTzQvzRuj4gTHl6meHfJO6W3UsNam83IcBuAKs4hQG3LKLATR5cdPMeXMPM3mVzZD-UlJwzFIR16sCBWH4xSf3whxUvvOOlLITU1aAvlQ8tZCcM1bRW0O2tPNlMYdcfG5/s200/IMG_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262315112376828226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I decided to lighten up...and just let my baby have fun no matter how much he was covering</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">himself in pumpkin</span>.<a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4niOVJeoUNAVpT0bqcGiId1kH-g-vmVjwnxxbzQyX5WQpfrKBD6nMDkBBbytqk8jahI7JtpO_vHDDZzCAObJNpj4Sr52sHe4iwJdsCHrNOymbULyZA8u2c85-Am5_quP-hdYXj3RGdT6r/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4niOVJeoUNAVpT0bqcGiId1kH-g-vmVjwnxxbzQyX5WQpfrKBD6nMDkBBbytqk8jahI7JtpO_vHDDZzCAObJNpj4Sr52sHe4iwJdsCHrNOymbULyZA8u2c85-Am5_quP-hdYXj3RGdT6r/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262315354511538034" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> We kept asking him if the pumpkin guts tasted good...he kept replying YEAH...</span>num<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">! It was so sweet to watch this child that God has blessed me with exploring his pumpkin. I told myself this is his first pumpkin, I will never see him at this age again eating pumpkin and making messes! I found myself not just enjoying the minutes that passed by, but loving every moment and so very thankful for the memories that we made!</span>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-43324844416025708002008-10-23T21:01:00.000-07:002008-10-23T21:21:23.913-07:00Love in the Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_BY_J-cbf9Ncr041-wHDYeKgDICrQ_1OeLQIExa_oeq0mZE-fngzPhKXVVMjRrDMLWil5iTExY-NjvzByRsXciFRZt2uE8SdyaJbhp1q_sx6ztbcsT8JZt9aJdJGwcWyoMRY-pOGXOzJ/s1600-h/PB290870.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_BY_J-cbf9Ncr041-wHDYeKgDICrQ_1OeLQIExa_oeq0mZE-fngzPhKXVVMjRrDMLWil5iTExY-NjvzByRsXciFRZt2uE8SdyaJbhp1q_sx6ztbcsT8JZt9aJdJGwcWyoMRY-pOGXOzJ/s200/PB290870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569732001529394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVI80aPIowJ9eyLO0qtujaBxFY37cPZhA7itaTym_8Zj7iZjYb5l9cYf0yvBSSCDuiJmCCLYDLTb9GYURBFQmzKC_FK107l_EmfWeXlK54W6XWk26eB8ZDSJ06CGBZUlrMgwWaXFGp_Ae/s1600-h/P1261036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVI80aPIowJ9eyLO0qtujaBxFY37cPZhA7itaTym_8Zj7iZjYb5l9cYf0yvBSSCDuiJmCCLYDLTb9GYURBFQmzKC_FK107l_EmfWeXlK54W6XWk26eB8ZDSJ06CGBZUlrMgwWaXFGp_Ae/s200/P1261036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568969156758178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="deleteBody"> <h2 class="postTitle"><span style="font-size:85%;">If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker. If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness. Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1X5gdGLfXbTOVzKK09t6w0QztVpTyREnnwdXkgGENOCftE68LoeGgHfVrXhHuBSEHxmDCn42dGb9RlPU0qUy73EYVvuq5P_PjbFY9YN3BFfK5nwLoFu4tTSClh83lOiRSXjnOsuTOYF-s/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1X5gdGLfXbTOVzKK09t6w0QztVpTyREnnwdXkgGENOCftE68LoeGgHfVrXhHuBSEHxmDCn42dGb9RlPU0qUy73EYVvuq5P_PjbFY9YN3BFfK5nwLoFu4tTSClh83lOiRSXjnOsuTOYF-s/s200/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260566729204393090" border="0" /></a></h2> <h2 class="postTitle"><span style="font-size:85%;">Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window. Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk. Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys. Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood. Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart. Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love. - Author Unknown</span></h2> </div>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285030972899081157.post-10175595198854122892008-10-23T14:43:00.000-07:002010-05-26T00:14:14.153-07:00<span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body">Two Words<br /><br />Remem<wbr>ber your answe<wbr>rs have to be two words<wbr>.<br /><br /><br /><br />1.Where<wbr> is your cell phone<wbr>? in purse<br /><br />2.One tatto<wbr>o? just fine<br />3.<br />Your hair?<wbr> needs<wbr> cut<br /><br />4.Your broth<wbr>er? don't have<br /><br />5.Your siste<wbr>r? at work<br /><br />6.Your favor<wbr>ite color<wbr>? to many<br /><br />7.Your dream<wbr> last night<wbr>? very scary<br /><br />8.Your favor<wbr>ite bever<wbr>age? vanilla mocha<br /><br />9.Your dream<wbr>/<wbr>goal<wbr>? Happy family<br /><br />10.The room you'<wbr>re in? Living room<br /><br />11.Your ex? far away<br />12.<br />Your fear?<wbr> famil<wbr>y dying<br /><br />13.Where<wbr> do you want to be in 10 years<wbr>? with family<br /><br />14.Where<wbr> were you last night<wbr>? at church<br /><br />15.With who? church family<br /><br />16.Muffi<wbr>ns? are okay<br /><br />17.One of your wish list items<wbr>? new boots<br /><br />18.Where<wbr> you grew up? Prosser, Wash<br /><br />19.The last thing<wbr> you did? cleaned kitchen<br /><br />20.What are you weari<wbr>ng? pants shirt<br /><br />21.Your TV? not on<br /><br />22.Your pets?<wbr> big dog<br /><br />23.Your compu<wbr>ter? very nice<br /><br />24.Your life?<wbr> wonderfully happy<br /><br />25.Your mood?<wbr> very happy<br /><br />26.Missi<wbr>ng someo<wbr>ne? my Grandma<br /><br />27.Somet<wbr>hing you'<wbr>re not weari<wbr>ng? my socks<br /><br />28.Favor<wbr>ite Place<wbr>? the beach<br /><br />29.Your summe<wbr>r? very busy<br /><br />30.Love someo<wbr>ne? very much<br /><br />31.Your favor<wbr>ite shape<wbr>? not sure<br /><br />32.Last time you laugh<wbr>ed? with Mom<br /><br />33.Last time you cried<wbr>? yesterday afternoon<br /><br />34.Who will repos<wbr>t this?<wbr> not sure<wbr><wbr></span>Lindsey Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00054005310029107392noreply@blogger.com2