<?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-4882602751610274875</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:10:51.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How  I  came  to  be  me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-7802878547435493187</id><published>2010-09-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:00:07.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravi Zacharias</title><content type='html'>I heard a wonderful radio broadcast today on the Dove Radio by Ravi  Zacharias. He said, ..."you do not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a soul ~ you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; a soul. You  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have a body&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a soul&lt;/span&gt;". He is such a great speaker and gives  one so much insight into the Word of God and the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to Ravi Zacharias at http://www.rzim.org/default.aspx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img id="dnn_ctr1522_RadioProgram20_imgProgram" src="http://www.rzim.org/portals/0/images/listen/RAVISM.JPG" style="border-width: 0px;" /&gt;                                             &lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                                                 &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;                                                     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                         &lt;td&gt;                                                             &lt;span id="dnn_ctr1522_RadioProgram20_lblTitle" class="formtext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mystery of Evil, The Sovereignty of Good - II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(part 2 of 2)&lt;/span&gt;                                                         &lt;/td&gt;                                                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                         &lt;td&gt;                                                             by &lt;span id="dnn_ctr1522_RadioProgram20_lblAuthor" class="formtext"&gt;Ravi Zacharias&lt;/span&gt;                                                         &lt;/td&gt;                                                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                         &lt;td&gt;                                                             &lt;span id="dnn_ctr1522_RadioProgram20_lblDescription" class="formtext"&gt;Two  weeks ago on Let My People Think the topic was evil. 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It's hard to believe I haven't written anything here for a few weeks. I've been so busy with the house, the yard and my sewing. I also had a week long trip to California with my granddaughter to visit my mother and my aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannen and I spent three days at the coast in Monterey and Pacific Grove. It was so cold there, only in the 50's and 60's. We spent most of our time driving places in the car instead of riding our bicycles which we lugged around two states! :--) So we went&lt;br /&gt;to the Monterey Bay &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/THgyaowGMXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GCpCyZc99YE/s1600/Shannen+at+Pacific+Grove+Coastline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/THgyaowGMXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GCpCyZc99YE/s200/Shannen+at+Pacific+Grove+Coastline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510209577284940146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aquarium and did a lot of shopping for back to school for Shannen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some great restaurants to eat at. We like the Chipotle Mexican Grill so much we ate their two different days at two different locations. They had great food and you can order it to your specifications, assembly line style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882602751610274875-5393591679447244197?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5393591679447244197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-is-facing-away-and-so-is-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/5393591679447244197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/5393591679447244197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-is-facing-away-and-so-is-summer.html' title='August is Fading Away and so is Summer'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/THgyaMrgCfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/idTa3ovXNQk/s72-c/IMG_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-4323476488013232815</id><published>2010-07-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:34:58.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The following is an excerpt from, "God's Promises for You ~ Scripture Selections from Max Lucado", page 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"An example of faith was found on the wall of a concentration camp. On it a prisoner had carved the words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I believe in the sun, even though it doesn't shine,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love, even when it isn't shown,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, even when he doesn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I try to imagine the person who etched those words. I try to envision his skeletal hand gripping the broken glass or stone that cut into the wall. I try to imagine his eyes squinting through the darkness as he carved each letter. What hand could have cut such a conviction? What eyes could have seen good in such horror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;There is only one answer: Eyes that chose to see the unseen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;He gives strength to those who are tired and more power to those who are weak. The people who trust the Lord will become strong again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;They will rise up as an eagle in the sky; they will run and not need rest; they will walk and not become tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaiah 40:29, 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882602751610274875-4323476488013232815?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4323476488013232815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-and-strength.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/4323476488013232815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/4323476488013232815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-and-strength.html' title='Faith and Strength'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-75997359940546664</id><published>2010-07-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:00:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Dryness ~ an excerpt from Henri Nouwen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Spiritual Dryness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes we experience a terrible dryness in our  spiritual life.  We feel no desire to pray, don't experience God's  presence, get bored with worship services, and even think that  everything we ever believed about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit is  little more than a childhood fairy tale.  &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then it is important to realize that most of these feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ings and  thoughts are just feelings and thoughts, and that the Spirit of God  dwells beyond our feelings and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great grace to be able  to experience God's presence in our feelings and thoughts, but when we  don't, it does not mean that God is absent.  It often means that God is  calling us to a greater faithfulness.  It is precisely in times of  spiritual dryness that we must hold on to our spiritual discipline so  that we can grow into new intimacy with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this excerpt from Henri Nouwen's book, "Bread for the Journey". If you don't want to buy the book you can subscribe to the newsletter at http://www.henrinouwen.org/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFHBYlu_PEI/AAAAAAAAADc/YZ4YhCtUL04/s1600/Vincent+Van+Gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFHBYlu_PEI/AAAAAAAAADc/YZ4YhCtUL04/s200/Vincent+Van+Gogh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499389248186301506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4882602751610274875-75997359940546664?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/75997359940546664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/spiritual-dryness-excerpt-from-henri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/75997359940546664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/75997359940546664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/spiritual-dryness-excerpt-from-henri.html' title='Spiritual Dryness ~ an excerpt from Henri Nouwen'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFHBYlu_PEI/AAAAAAAAADc/YZ4YhCtUL04/s72-c/Vincent+Van+Gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-5672248363645975208</id><published>2010-07-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:22:27.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGpqCLon4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/onkVYiggwls/s1600/Cat+with+wagging+tail.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGpqCLon4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/onkVYiggwls/s200/Cat+with+wagging+tail.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499363159601356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I was up early this morning but didn't actually get out for my walk until it was almost too late. Consequently I came home all sweaty! Bleah! All the neighborhood gardens are full of zucchini, corn and   tomatoes, all in varying stages of growth. I try to say hello to everyone I see, even if they don't look receptive to a good morning or a hello. This kind of behavior can become contagious. Imagine everyone doing this: smiling at their neighbors and saying hello and a kind word of encouragement about their garden, house, yard, dog or whatever. Friendliness, what a concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882602751610274875-5672248363645975208?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5672248363645975208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-up-early-this-morning-but-didnt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/5672248363645975208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/5672248363645975208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-up-early-this-morning-but-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGpqCLon4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/onkVYiggwls/s72-c/Cat+with+wagging+tail.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-3227162216902265488</id><published>2010-07-27T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:19:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9L2sSoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cz6aauZmeJE/s1600/The+mystery+of+grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9L2sSoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cz6aauZmeJE/s200/The+mystery+of+grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498697073016968178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up late this morning so I missed my morning walk. After a nice refreshing shower I went to Bible Study with the regular group from our church. We shared some of our life experiences and told how we dealt with them, keeping in mind that God is always in control. I am reminded by the quote below in green text from Maya Angelou, to be thankful for being "where I am".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Afterward we went to lunch at a favorite Mexican restaurant. I brought home leftovers for our chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,  life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you  can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three  things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.  I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents,  you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that  making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned  that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you  shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need  to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide  something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've  learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've  learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People  love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I  still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what  you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget  how you made them feel."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—        &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/3503.Maya_Angelou" class="authorNameRegular"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882602751610274875-3227162216902265488?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3227162216902265488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-in-life-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/3227162216902265488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/3227162216902265488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-in-life-of.html' title='A Day in the Life of...'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9L2sSoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cz6aauZmeJE/s72-c/The+mystery+of+grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-156593002930209594</id><published>2010-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:33:26.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of My Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9Uhx-JQzI/AAAAAAAAABM/CeDwaSN8LMo/s1600/Sue+you+make+me+smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9Uhx-JQzI/AAAAAAAAABM/CeDwaSN8LMo/s200/Sue+you+make+me+smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498706609369072434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I learned a lot from the life experiences I have been through. One thing that is very important is to have someone; a friend, relative or other loved one, that will stand beside you no matter what. A true friend is someone who is there when times are good, bad, or anywhere in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;between. A "fair-weather friend" is someone who is only there for you when the going is good. When things get rough they disappear. You can't lean on a shadow! If you are fortunate enough to have someone in your life who has been there for you, and stayed there while you desperately needed them y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ou should thank God for them. Embrace them and never let them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9WV3yoZJI/AAAAAAAAABU/r_58t0OEcus/s1600/My+Sparky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9WV3yoZJI/AAAAAAAAABU/r_58t0OEcus/s200/My+Sparky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498708603796219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my own true love. He saw me through the worst of times and never let me down, not once. He prayed with me and for me during the worst months of my life. When the months turned into years he was still there and he was still praying. The woman who cast him out of her life wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;s a fool. I am thankful that God saw fit to bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; life with him! There isn't a day that I forget to thank God for this most precious gift; a sincere, kind, loving, and affectionate man! Did I mention he is adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFG67FnZxFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UxNqmIE1x74/s1600/Shannen+July+1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFG67FnZxFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UxNqmIE1x74/s200/Shannen+July+1st.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499382144278578258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cutie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my little ray of sunshine, my granddaughter Shannen. She turned 13 on Decemb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;st, 2010. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ome of the photos are older, like the one on the right with her father, my son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;John. Shannie lives out of state so I only get to see her on occasion but we always manage to make the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; of our visits together . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGtnlpZRwI/AAAAAAAAADE/w59FoCcSNe8/s1600/John+and+Shannie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGtnlpZRwI/AAAAAAAAADE/w59FoCcSNe8/s200/John+and+Shannie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499367515628324610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGrtmDOALI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VVy1-Hdx-V4/s1600/Shannen3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFGrtmDOALI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VVy1-Hdx-V4/s200/Shannen3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499365419792597170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Last year during one of her visits with me we made our own handbags. Shannen's was a black and white one with different prints. It turned out very nice and she was really pleased with it.&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/4882602751610274875-156593002930209594?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/156593002930209594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-learned-lot-from-life-experiences-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/156593002930209594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/156593002930209594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-learned-lot-from-life-experiences-i.html' title='Some of My Loved Ones'/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TE9Uhx-JQzI/AAAAAAAAABM/CeDwaSN8LMo/s72-c/Sue+you+make+me+smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882602751610274875.post-1314694468615530400</id><published>2010-07-26T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:15:14.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? I am 62 years old and yet I feel as though my life just started. I have survived a defective heart valve, a pancreatic tumor, a dysfunctional childhood,  several terrible relationships as an adult, and a brutal knife assault by my ex-husband (who died in his prison cell  - thank the Lord) and the subsequent betrayal of the daughters of this same man who, while I was in the hospital in a coma, stole away all my marital assets as well as many of my personal effects. It took over four years in litigation to regain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was left&lt;/span&gt; of my assets. after the deceitful betrayal of these three "human beings".  How could people by so ugly? I would later learn sociopath tendencies are passed on through the genes from parent to child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may well ask how I survived and thrived to become the happy person I am today. I give full credit to my Creator, God Almighty. I am sure that it was He that sent forth a team of "angels" to be there for me; my physical therapist, my counselor, several members of the clergy who administered to me along the way, my sisters, my aunts, my  cousins,  and those who became new friends as well as the old friends who re-entered my life. They all helped me to see the many blessings God had in store for me in my new life. My old life became like an old coat that was worn out and no longer necessary and was therefore discarded. Good bye old life ~ hello new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I tell you, my friends, do not fear those who kill the body, and after that have nothing more that they can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why, even the hairs of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  Luke 12:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life is not to be summarized by what has been done to me or what I have lived through. I am who I am today because of all that, indeed, but it does not define who I am. I am so much more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"We define ourselves by the best that is in us, not by the worst that has been done to us." ~ Edward Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please feel free to share your own testimony with me. Doing so gives great strength to one's character and it's a great way to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFB4-GVXiyI/AAAAAAAAACs/t8WZMPdGo1M/s1600/Gold+sun+Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFB4-GVXiyI/AAAAAAAAACs/t8WZMPdGo1M/s200/Gold+sun+Cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499028153266834210" 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/4882602751610274875-1314694468615530400?l=sparkyswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1314694468615530400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-do-i-begin-i-am-62-years-old-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/1314694468615530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882602751610274875/posts/default/1314694468615530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-do-i-begin-i-am-62-years-old-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon  Dallman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14803198026404456133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaMhZ_zBo9M/ThxUnIYF11I/AAAAAAAAAL8/nMlojTlAmhg/s220/Shane%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2B2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFEVngM9FX8/TFB4-GVXiyI/AAAAAAAAACs/t8WZMPdGo1M/s72-c/Gold+sun+Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
