tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65913932024-03-13T05:18:46.182-05:00Our Peculiar Life1 Peter 2:9
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light...Peculiar Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12410582976816469533noreply@blogger.comBlogger971125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-42920471524622742052014-04-14T01:51:00.001-05:002014-04-14T01:51:09.043-05:00 I'm on the upswing. Why? I don't know. Perhaps the medicine from the ER visit, perhaps from the Sulfurzyme and Ningxia Red I am taking regularly. Perhaps just time to start feeling better?? But I believe it is prayer. Thank God for prayer. Literally. Thank Him. Right now. <br />
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This is what I'm working on. It is a Zentangle in honor of March and also Easter. Still in progress, obviously.<br />
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Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-48326245671281425222014-04-12T04:01:00.000-05:002014-04-12T04:01:52.241-05:00long time no seeIt's been a long time. A long, long time. Time enough to wonder if I should come back to this blog or just start another. Or even continue with the other one I already started. God said begin here. I'm here. <br />
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this is me right now. Hopefully I'll be writing more and you can see my journey from falling apart to fully living in God's abundant life. (John 10:10)<br />
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I know I'm not the only Christian going through depression and physical problems. I have a good friend right with here with me. I know that I need to take baby steps. I can't figure out what the steps are. One day I am convinced if I just take a shower every day, things will get better. As I bet you can guess, it doesn't work. So, of course, out go the daily showers. (I don't think I stink, at least no one has mentioned it)<br />
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I'm pretty darn sure sitting here and crying all day/night isn't helping either. I'm trying to praise Him in the rain but sometimes I lose my grip on His hand as I fall into the valley. This is one of the biggest valleys I've come across. <br />
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I appreciate you listening. Sometimes it's hard to put these things out there. But I think this may be part of my healing.<br />
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<br />Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-14780791397064812882012-09-26T17:56:00.000-05:002013-06-30T15:28:44.607-05:00Week 4 of schoolEthan is loving Kindergarten! We are doing the same Kindergarten book with him that I did with Brittany. It is a bittersweet feeling knowing he is the last in line to do this curriculum.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oXk2nOUs5mTw7fiD9lU1OjugvW2nYWqVRgPAcb5UvVPEpqFyW-6tm6e_yIUD5wwH9rIVeHoKQ6I1pedt_J294hQ7B-R1SKuJDlbjRX6H9bnbBGBXP8_TsJYVcOCtsYP3Hb9i-w/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oXk2nOUs5mTw7fiD9lU1OjugvW2nYWqVRgPAcb5UvVPEpqFyW-6tm6e_yIUD5wwH9rIVeHoKQ6I1pedt_J294hQ7B-R1SKuJDlbjRX6H9bnbBGBXP8_TsJYVcOCtsYP3Hb9i-w/s320/047.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had to take some pictures of him for an "All About Me" book</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaXiJjx1kjSDz0Z3Vi_6BJu547jFUIFsLrc98p8o5z8E0Tg2CDeJ_rV98jN6zsKIuEuTYO9KQHgfQ6M3Pyzcxu7O8pLcSwHeMvPNTFc6W38eB7YDwMvtsFDlz567UORnRxnLAqA/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaXiJjx1kjSDz0Z3Vi_6BJu547jFUIFsLrc98p8o5z8E0Tg2CDeJ_rV98jN6zsKIuEuTYO9KQHgfQ6M3Pyzcxu7O8pLcSwHeMvPNTFc6W38eB7YDwMvtsFDlz567UORnRxnLAqA/s320/050.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">here he is with his favorite toy</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYotqCfeVxwv8uFiCNJxhjXrx2H5otK_Y03RZJ_YJTEfEeuwvSjzj21t9g3SHcvs7NWuP9Sb4YIILklL-v0bgrFkWCZc1abD1c96yomqKkix410oc9FxhyvSqY1Y4ECrZnhAEJ9Q/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYotqCfeVxwv8uFiCNJxhjXrx2H5otK_Y03RZJ_YJTEfEeuwvSjzj21t9g3SHcvs7NWuP9Sb4YIILklL-v0bgrFkWCZc1abD1c96yomqKkix410oc9FxhyvSqY1Y4ECrZnhAEJ9Q/s320/051.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here he is with Mommy!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3fX0H7ugudsrQfYTKvMbpspd0O5XaCW9Z5YERAF_UXSThoRuiPneQlbUsI1fbjnnfqYX-HT6TFFXKuO3rLAY1qMzWlzA4Y6TqdWosuDbfdWKeQLK_tKXCDYD18B_yFCkEZy-FA/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3fX0H7ugudsrQfYTKvMbpspd0O5XaCW9Z5YERAF_UXSThoRuiPneQlbUsI1fbjnnfqYX-HT6TFFXKuO3rLAY1qMzWlzA4Y6TqdWosuDbfdWKeQLK_tKXCDYD18B_yFCkEZy-FA/s320/052.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kaedra working on some math</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHkeJeDJTtZG49e1wX9tR6nUH_swfCq20nhC6eNDi8nNu3MknB3ixLo9vSTdkkkECOUe3FK3-xCjnKquTh2jkBMfl2Jma6offpWDYqrW4OqD66ythC7M0xjCmtwVT_3V0mDqUxQ/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHkeJeDJTtZG49e1wX9tR6nUH_swfCq20nhC6eNDi8nNu3MknB3ixLo9vSTdkkkECOUe3FK3-xCjnKquTh2jkBMfl2Jma6offpWDYqrW4OqD66ythC7M0xjCmtwVT_3V0mDqUxQ/s320/059.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brainy blocks. The kids love these!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95GIr6A3Ki0gN2adrJa5DkNHoKoLUJEoEG3O-M755X0gHXifuvhIIUOa3VBrC20HZV2dIH-cZVWbQ3HZvfkKHJTx7OSg26G1OmCxHLF_8fDhlh3q4fwQXWg2sXOEzo4tT72Jf6w/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95GIr6A3Ki0gN2adrJa5DkNHoKoLUJEoEG3O-M755X0gHXifuvhIIUOa3VBrC20HZV2dIH-cZVWbQ3HZvfkKHJTx7OSg26G1OmCxHLF_8fDhlh3q4fwQXWg2sXOEzo4tT72Jf6w/s320/060.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another favorite toy!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsz11M4GPL-SVxQ-AmghYezBkat3ZSIuG692tUk9DLQlg2trtMxCg3w9in2Rh2sz0zGh7zNicxxPAE0SQMkf6h_rbxCLF477at7l94zyvhqeasRf3DXiotME9pM3Olzz4lL8bYxA/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsz11M4GPL-SVxQ-AmghYezBkat3ZSIuG692tUk9DLQlg2trtMxCg3w9in2Rh2sz0zGh7zNicxxPAE0SQMkf6h_rbxCLF477at7l94zyvhqeasRf3DXiotME9pM3Olzz4lL8bYxA/s320/064.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Teaching Emily how to play chess</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4i1uEgu4KsvPXLYbTWwMPHsz6Q2Jpj6aL1bqcNQWjUBuO4MvtQI7DeUmifTYqPFbqlcKvfq3RZvRu_CYRxosAzu4DUyWiv9EaUtG-Yr9GbmWtT7ecxp3bxasR5ny9XMI2oD4Ww/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4i1uEgu4KsvPXLYbTWwMPHsz6Q2Jpj6aL1bqcNQWjUBuO4MvtQI7DeUmifTYqPFbqlcKvfq3RZvRu_CYRxosAzu4DUyWiv9EaUtG-Yr9GbmWtT7ecxp3bxasR5ny9XMI2oD4Ww/s320/066.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with the rain we had, we found a big frog</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4r9HM_lYV2EwOm5MYsonpicahT0nhR-_MoKiOwmumlmwBfMQNIoGgVET-bMV7Mxti5eZ_Mw69axmznTDUVP3o86u0wVqYg5VB87V2cMngG3LqOd4rN1OJqRqRDh52Q3kx4V96Qw/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4r9HM_lYV2EwOm5MYsonpicahT0nhR-_MoKiOwmumlmwBfMQNIoGgVET-bMV7Mxti5eZ_Mw69axmznTDUVP3o86u0wVqYg5VB87V2cMngG3LqOd4rN1OJqRqRDh52Q3kx4V96Qw/s320/067.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ethan holding the froggie</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4T3sWtKqouHQM6MOt7FdwSSfOeHXicxV3STjwuKowUkzlT9s_fLVXNJcwk6wbLEsGzwHgVnbgcUlKk5Q50_Y5oJXKhLTl5Riqx0Zy-9R4V8y-0nx-E0GuAXHfY6hyphenhyphenPSwO0zIOw/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4T3sWtKqouHQM6MOt7FdwSSfOeHXicxV3STjwuKowUkzlT9s_fLVXNJcwk6wbLEsGzwHgVnbgcUlKk5Q50_Y5oJXKhLTl5Riqx0Zy-9R4V8y-0nx-E0GuAXHfY6hyphenhyphenPSwO0zIOw/s320/095.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our church had a big baptism bash called Lifestock. They had blow up games and music and lots of baptisms! Ethan wanted to do the rock wall. 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I was so proud of him... he actually got into the white part. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OfeDIuf6nrk7mT4408INPUCVUswvNaSfhUVjQS5ivyDMVXMdlJd_eZ9XuoVupPtVr0xhOzuZtkptJALbovt5omj1TjD3qTd5zdDC93fUS5R4NRjyLGOa-ikxWsRfJkFZnHtnZQ/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OfeDIuf6nrk7mT4408INPUCVUswvNaSfhUVjQS5ivyDMVXMdlJd_eZ9XuoVupPtVr0xhOzuZtkptJALbovt5omj1TjD3qTd5zdDC93fUS5R4NRjyLGOa-ikxWsRfJkFZnHtnZQ/s320/129.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we put all of our timeline figures on our timeline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another fun week of school! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kaedra wants me to end this blog post with </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The End"</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-36744641628862725242012-09-26T17:15:00.000-05:002013-06-30T15:28:44.619-05:00Great week of schoolI want to post some pictures and tell about a great week of school. No, it wasn't this week, not last week, and not even the week before. I know, I'm late in posting this. but it <i>has </i>been on my to-do list!<br /><br />This year we have changed some things up. The biggest and most dramatic change is that we brought Brittany back into the house. Although she was still homeschooling, she was doing it with a co-op and most of her school stemmed from them. Although it was a great co-op with great people, she really wanted to do things with the family again and we definitely wanted her home with us!<br /><br />We are doing The Mystery of History Volume 2 (Middle Ages) as a whole family. We are loving doing it together. Brittany, obviously, does it at a higher level than the rest of the kids. One of the things I like most is the ability to do it at all different levels. While Brittany is writing essays, the kids are making cardboard lyres. <br /><br />We are meeting every Friday with a friend and doing some of the bigger projects with him as well as the map work, games, and tests. They will also be doing some oral presentations to give them practice with that. We are doing literature together as well. April is helping Brittany with Grammar and I am helping Edge with his writing.<br /><br />I've been taking pictures so I would remember the great times we are having. It will be great to look back on the pictures and remember the year!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHebh7Us1Gh9B0QaUazigLyICKSYRUWV4Wln16LuP9qIx3BS3sI8VYIcF0a_9cBZxNDMr3BqPp-t1gU17efbD4t8NmAbUj0ZJQmVbsuXpYCE5kpT1v7W30iTTNqA7HdyQVGnKK8Q/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHebh7Us1Gh9B0QaUazigLyICKSYRUWV4Wln16LuP9qIx3BS3sI8VYIcF0a_9cBZxNDMr3BqPp-t1gU17efbD4t8NmAbUj0ZJQmVbsuXpYCE5kpT1v7W30iTTNqA7HdyQVGnKK8Q/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brittany doing algebra with help from Arwen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbVerRt3-4hAvoIz-Xt0CAPGPzXNgHhyphenhyphentioOsRvmgTRIUxN55M1MkRVar5HAlH3YSy9uu0GeQKC6vpkesGMP1LtHGU60CX0aFlNaaXnopEbO1bWWxoBAovMNHnVllDkr3v97GVw/s320/024.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">working on timeline</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTMeanGLMSlz1QWnmfG2A5LzGielH6VrxZeK-s7txZP7bjx7BtIc8kQ5VlRUhPWKxJ70TvsTuUkilOhEjtMHTXwAAQAteYoyeoXAdoX5B2IV8LPIwM8x21Hzf4vo3Wc1M9Xz6yw/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTMeanGLMSlz1QWnmfG2A5LzGielH6VrxZeK-s7txZP7bjx7BtIc8kQ5VlRUhPWKxJ70TvsTuUkilOhEjtMHTXwAAQAteYoyeoXAdoX5B2IV8LPIwM8x21Hzf4vo3Wc1M9Xz6yw/s320/025.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XGIkTr0pd5DAkeGH3f2DaU0ujk5-n6yQd8QU2WXIBayoMQgaaKzDmY-fJk6Mu2h9n1j18PTRkfPCFtjqgH3RHsgryx6DODpsNA_2UDVXAFiHNMtiLLzv-hfEFh1ir3wVJIncow/s320/031.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">drying out our "Dead Sea Scrolls"</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKX3YV_kqbu08Juz6jYT2p8gHFLlZgP0yQ8QgGSwt5gg4qfeJQfcEpQayNMzbqHBuH-XfvNg95iFCWGrU-FgpJRIPh43gNZUlM4qRNS6_gRm4pbMOb41wRuNlOkPVlOnlaxM4jTg/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKX3YV_kqbu08Juz6jYT2p8gHFLlZgP0yQ8QgGSwt5gg4qfeJQfcEpQayNMzbqHBuH-XfvNg95iFCWGrU-FgpJRIPh43gNZUlM4qRNS6_gRm4pbMOb41wRuNlOkPVlOnlaxM4jTg/s320/033.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">walls of Pompeii</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRUj8nJM8Z6W1tFe9yaSW7eVLXEsBjmraMzIxzNyJxqR-ZzCR09AdatEgV_t2Qyr8HEbozUWPhrXEORqTqmcdZXX1udTWiCGpL5I2fmWGNCo2EDsMkydOwoV_PczGZw5X3p09vA/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRUj8nJM8Z6W1tFe9yaSW7eVLXEsBjmraMzIxzNyJxqR-ZzCR09AdatEgV_t2Qyr8HEbozUWPhrXEORqTqmcdZXX1udTWiCGpL5I2fmWGNCo2EDsMkydOwoV_PczGZw5X3p09vA/s320/043.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">coliseum of Pompeii</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviV5k7VIuPM1Wfhj3ZXcdC9Fym4OUg9-6SkD19HiAesc7_8RC7M6KbgEVjYZTgG4WQr1cjs5acGzijdUfROXsVXin43aO3rhT3dGRYcP9l1CvshLNsr4z2FrIeRiUDt9BVoo9Mw/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviV5k7VIuPM1Wfhj3ZXcdC9Fym4OUg9-6SkD19HiAesc7_8RC7M6KbgEVjYZTgG4WQr1cjs5acGzijdUfROXsVXin43aO3rhT3dGRYcP9l1CvshLNsr4z2FrIeRiUDt9BVoo9Mw/s320/044.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">marketplace of Pompeii</div><br />Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-83384317341932439452012-03-12T21:28:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.627-05:00Rise UpI always get words from God at the beginning of the year. Last year was Refresh. This year I have been struggling with getting the word. I have had a working motto of "Intentional". It hasn't been quite right and I've been working too hard on trying to get it to fit. It just wasn't quite *it*.<br /><br />The other morning, I woke up after singing a song all night long throughout my dreams. I knew the words but thought the title was "Rise Up." Went online and searched for "Rise Up," found out it was by Chris Tomlin, realized I owned the song myself and went to listen. Well, it was "Rise Up" but not the CORRECT "Rise Up." Back to google, added a few more words I remembered, and came up with the right song: "Rise" by Shawn McDonald.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2vQtduj8Sio" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />That led me to one of my other favorite songs "Rise Up" by The David Crowder Band<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-xTmmjkt1Pw" width="420"></iframe><br /><br />I wasn't even looking for a word anymore. I thought Intentional was the one that I was going to just make stick. Like I said, it wasn't perfect, but I thought it fit. However, it was ALL me. Me trying to get the word to work.<br /><br />Pretty soon, God was whispering in my ear... "pay attention, my child. Pay attention to this song. Pay attention to the words. Pay attention to what I am telling you." I did a cursory search on my iphone to see how many songs I had with the title of "Rise" in it.... 37 titles. THIRTY SEVEN. I think He is talking to me. <br /><br />So, next step, I went to the Bible... found many verses, but this one is my favorite:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Micah 7:8</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;">Do not gloat over me, my enemy!</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"> Though I have fallen, I will rise.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"> </span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Though I sit in darkness,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> the LORD will be my light.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit;"> </span></div></span></span><br /><br />I'm not yet ready to share all the things that Rise Up mean to me. So very many. I will be posting them as the year goes.Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-26674153316627448712012-02-28T01:16:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.635-05:00Most of my family is sick...<br /><br />Because of that, at least in part, I have become obsessed with spring cleaning. I haven't done spring cleaning in years! I used to do it every year, but made a cleaning schedule to keep me going through the year and discarded the spring cleaning idea. Now that I haven't been keeping up with the schedule, we've all been sick, the house is somewhat trashed and we haven't even 100% moved in yet, I really want to do it. Oh, and did I mention my parents want to come sometime? That really isn't the driving issue, but it sure does give me extra incentive.<br /><br />Although I want to do lots of actual cleaning, I also have some other things I want to do<br /><br /><ul><li>hang up pictures</li><li>empty boxes</li><li>organize attic</li><li>add flooring to attic</li><li>organize garage</li><li>redo my pantry/laundry room including adding shelves</li><li>do a oamc session</li><li>add a plug to downstairs bathroom</li><li>hide cords in living room</li><li>paint the front door </li><li>install a peep hole in the front door</li><li>organize junk drawers (make ONE junk drawer)</li><li>plant flowers</li><li>get more lighting for school room </li><li>purchase bookcases for FAITH library and catalog library</li><li>put screens up for non-screened windows</li><li>put window coverings up for all windows</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure I'll be adding more the list. I know I am forgetting things here but I wanted to get them down while I am thinking of them. I am planning on spring cleaning taking the whole month of March. Just hoping I can get it done in one month. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know, I know... boring post. It's mostly for me anyway. :-P</div>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-8782709039372700992012-02-09T23:25:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.642-05:00Psalm 6<div></div><div>Psalm 6:1-10 NASB<br><p>"O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your wrath. Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am pining away; Heal me, O LORD, for my bones are dismayed. And my soul is greatly dismayed; But You, O LORD-how long? Return, O LORD, rescue my soul; Save me because of Your lovingkindness. For there is no mention of You in death; In Sheol who will give You thanks? I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I dissolve my couch with my tears. My eye has wasted away with grief; It has become old because of all my adversaries. Depart from me, all you who do iniquity, For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping. The LORD has heard my supplication, The LORD receives my prayer. All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly dismayed; They shall turn back, they will suddenly be ashamed."</p><p>See it at <a href="http://YouVersion.com">YouVersion.com</a>:</p><p><a href="http://bible.us/Ps6.1.NASB">http://bible.us/Ps6.1.NASB</a></p></div><div><br><br> <div><br></div><div>Blessings and Joy,</div><div> -:¦:- ¸.·´¨¨))</div><div> .·´ -:¦:-Kahri ★</div><div> ((¸¸.·´</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://kahri.blogspot.com">http://kahri.blogspot.com</a></div> <div><br></div></div>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-35981853479744745022012-02-09T03:15:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.648-05:00Good night?I reckon it's time for me to go to bed... It's after 3 in the morning. <br /> <br />I don't want to go to bed. It's an admission of defeat:<br /><br />"Okay, this day got the best of me. I give."<br /><br />And I don't want to give.<br /><br />But tomorrow (aka in a few hours) is a new day. And joy comes in the morning. <br /><br />Let's see. <br />Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-25603771546502473602012-02-08T01:21:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.655-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzg6fOdtqgPAN5YbPMQq8C1yYRVhGpL5oz6YfnHbcucJQ7F9dDJl9i7BbefKCSUQBYplGx9qpsr7yj9A6k018SUPb6zCAMQZp6O3w7uyJrGGvLjHbw2ISub7NfYt6-hmYbhnACQ/s1600/photo-711038.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzg6fOdtqgPAN5YbPMQq8C1yYRVhGpL5oz6YfnHbcucJQ7F9dDJl9i7BbefKCSUQBYplGx9qpsr7yj9A6k018SUPb6zCAMQZp6O3w7uyJrGGvLjHbw2ISub7NfYt6-hmYbhnACQ/s320/photo-711038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706661677756208850" /></a></p>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-8716077893442254352012-02-08T00:20:00.000-06:002013-06-30T15:28:44.662-05:00Unplugged?I had a blog for many years called: <a href="http://kahri.blogspot.com/">Our Peculiar Life</a>. It was started to document Kaedra's miraculous life and keep people informed about what was going on with her. After she stabilized and our life became more "normal" the blog morphed into just some this and that about our family. Most of the posts were still put through the filter of who I knew was reading them. I frequently deleted or never wrote things that I really wanted to because of my audience. They were expecting something out of me, and I didn't always have that something. Eventually, I gave up on the blog and the pretense that was going on while I was writing it. It was literally too much work to keep up with keeping the readers happy.<br /><br />This blog isn't about that. This is all me. I'm still peculiar (1 Peter 2:9). My life is a giant adventure. I am sitting next to Jesus on a honkingly huge roller coaster and switching between holding on to Him for dear life and raising my hands in the air and whooping with Him.<br /><br />But this is me unplugged.<br /><i><br />un·plug [uhn-pluhg] Show IPA verb, -plugged, -plug·ging. <br />verb (used with object) </i><br /><b><i>1. to remove a plug or stopper from.<br />2. to free of an obstruction; unclog. </i></b><i><br />3. to disconnect (an appliance, a telephone, etc.) by removing a plug: to unplug a toaster. </i><i>4. to remove (an electric plug) from an outlet. </i><br /><i><br /></i><br />I am removing my stoppers and freeing myself of obstructions. I am no longer clogged by trying to make others happy. This is me. <i><br /></i><br /><br /><blockquote align="center" class="tr_bq"><i>There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.<br />Anais Nin</i></blockquote>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-53310037608950283442011-07-02T06:52:00.000-05:002011-07-02T06:52:55.669-05:00He is RisenI wrote this for some friends a few months ago. Found it again today and thought I'd post it here to remind MYSELF.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;">We've all been going through some rough times right now. Sometimes it even seems impossible that things will get better and it is easy to despair!<br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /><br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /> Just like the disciples did on Good Friday...... they were giving up...all was lost. They were distraught. They had no idea that people would someday refer to that day as "Good" Friday. To them, there was nothing good about it. Sounds like where we are.... there is nothing good about anything we all are going through. Jesus had said "It is finished." They believed it... all was finished. To them, they had lost the most precious and sacred person they had ever known. The amount of hurt and pain and betrayal was so much more than anything we all are going through....even though we are going through a lot.<br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /><br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /> Saturday had to be horrible. Looking back from this side, we know that all is not lost. We know that there was hope to be held on to. But imagine being there... your friend, your savior was just crucified on a cross in the most undignified and horrible of fashions. All that you have been living for is gone. All that you believed must be wrong. There is nothing left. Don't we feel like that? With financial worries, worries about our children, worries about jobs...doesn't it seem like there is nothing left? that what we believed must be wrong?<br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /><br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /> Imagine now, if you can, in the middle of this darkness and utter despair, you hear a voice saying, "He is risen." He. Is. Risen. Hope. Joy. Relief. He is risen. All of a sudden, in those three words, everything that happened the past three days is erased. Joy came that morning. Abundant, overwhelming joy encompassing all the pain and sorrow. There was hope. All was well.<br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /><br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /> We are almost there, guys. We may be in the midst of Good Friday or Holy Saturday... we may be believing all is finished or everything we believed must be wrong. But joy is coming. Hope is coming. Relief is coming. Don't give up and don't forget that He is Risen! Even in the midst of all that we are going through, those three words should give us joy.... it means that there is something else coming. Everything looks dark and bleak, just like it did on Good Friday. But when Jesus said, "It is finished" he meant that the prophecies had been fulfilled, our sins had been taken away, Jesus had paid our price, Jesus had done ALL. What might have sounded to some like it was the end, Jesus meant as the beginning.<br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /><br style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; unicode-bidi: normal;" /> And what might seem to be the end to us, Jesus is going to use as a beginning. We are on the crux of our breakthrough. We are awaiting the Good News... the News that He is Risen but remember, we have the blessing of hindsight! We KNOW that he is risen and we need to keep proclaiming it! Proclaim it and praise God for our savior! Our Savior... He has SAVED us!! Hallelujah and Amen!! I know that we are right on the brink of Easter morning. We will all be able to see the stone rolled away and the hope that came in the empty tomb. We will get the breakthroughs that we all need and we will all be able to run back to our friends and say, "He is risen" and hear each other say "He is risen indeed!"</span></span>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-15420048180947907812011-05-06T05:09:00.000-05:002011-05-06T05:09:06.827-05:00Just a thought<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show">There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.<br />
Anais Nin</span></div><br />
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Here is a picture of the kids.... while you might think it's a little odd to see their big smiles at their brother's grave - remember that they all know that he is in a much better place and that they will get to see him again! <br />
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Well I haven't had a lot of time to work on house projects this week! It's been a busy busy week! Tuesday we had a doctor's appointment (Emily got her cast off!), we got pictures taken downtown and Michael and I went on a date. It was a wonderful date.....maybe my favorite ever. Since it was such a beautiful day, we started off by going for a drive. We had a wonderful time driving through Catoosa and seeing an area Michael had never seen (but I had discovered recently). After we were done, we were driving by the Hard Rock Casino and saw that there was a Toby Keith's I Love This Bar and Grill Restaurant. Having been there in OKC, we knew we liked it so we decided to go there. We finally found some parking in the crazy casino parking lot and we got inside. It was really cool! Since it is a Hard Rock establishment, there is a lot of rock history in there. I loved this wall full of quotes from rock songs <br />
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There were columns in the middle of the slot machines that had outfits, guitars, pictures, and other memorabilia from musicians and bands. Here are some of my favorites:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The colors in the casino were gorgeous. They had lots of beautiful creations hanging from the ceiling that made the place very pretty. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Well I have to get off of here and get ready for co-op. I will finish up later! </div></div><br />
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<div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"><img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=6947275a-4d00-4737-a2ba-17f7c0c646f0" style="border: none; float: right;" /></a></div>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-2264052118778786792011-04-04T13:06:00.000-05:002011-04-04T13:06:42.370-05:00projects<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioquTLVTu4OEkpw2A4qtj8UCWlkpGhmxn7b1lzNuYQZ4ZKl9bMYNL5JQmftaUYYAkxzYMIqkb7KaEe6azWWEFMtR-l3y-UJ4YmR_vaoqligQkFm2OmB8UvrHDIeuMnAUIo27ky/s1600/Edelweiss.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioquTLVTu4OEkpw2A4qtj8UCWlkpGhmxn7b1lzNuYQZ4ZKl9bMYNL5JQmftaUYYAkxzYMIqkb7KaEe6azWWEFMtR-l3y-UJ4YmR_vaoqligQkFm2OmB8UvrHDIeuMnAUIo27ky/s320/Edelweiss.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">An Edelweiss</div><div style="text-align: center;">Admittedly, this is an odd looking flower, but I just love them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the song from The Sound of Music, too. I sing it to my children almost nightly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I am feeling better. I had a really bad month or so. We were going to change my fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue meds over to another med. I weaned off the one medicine only to find out that I couldn't afford the other medication. I had to wean back on the first medicine and the whole thing took about a month for me to finally feel good again. I did learn something important..... I was thinking the medicine wasn't helping very much. After weaning off of it, I realized how much it really is helping me. Apparently my FM/CFS has gotten worse over the last year and I really do the medicine to function at this time. With the medicine, I feel a little better than I was, with occasional flare ups. Without the medicine, I feel like I'm in one big flare up all the time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not only did I have that going on, I also got sick. AND the kids weren't sleeping hardly at all. At least I got everything done and over with at once. Although I wish they didn't have to deal with it, it IS nice to have friends who have similar problems and really understand what I am going through. I read a lot about people who do not have a good support system. My friends at least understand me and sympathize. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I am feeling better, I am "waking up" to realize everything is falling apart! Brittany has done a GREAT JOB at keeping things rolling as far as laundry and picking up. Michael has helped out a lot with meals. However, some of the littler stuff (cleaning out the frig, messy cabinets, piles of papers, etc) needs to be done. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not only that, but I am waking up to some truths as well. After talking to my friend April on Friday, I realized that I really need to move in to my house. Yes, we are moved in enough to reside here.... but I haven't made it a home yet. We still have sheets up in the windows, boxes in our rooms, boxes in the garage, and from the outside you probably can't tell if we live here or not. The reasons are numerous but the crux is, I needed to change my ways.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Saturday morning I woke up feeling good and with a mission. I went straight to the garage (where we recently had our hot water heater flood) and started going through boxes. I opened and went through every box that was in there. I had to throw quite a bit away because of the flood... the rest I put in piles of whether to take inside, put in the attic or put away in the garage. By the end of Saturday, I had worked 5 hours in the garage and finished one side of it. Sunday morning I went back out and worked on the opposite side. I finished up the boxes and organized the workbench. I am not done yet, but mostly it is just bringing stuff inside and taking things to the attic. Once I am done with that, the garage will be nearly empty and I will be able to park inside again! :-) Not only that, but, if we had another flood, nothing would get ruined. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">One of the benefits of going through all the boxes was finding "lost" treasures! I found all my fishing stuff and had such fun looking through it all. I also found many decorations. Now I am looking forward to getting things put up and put away and having our house really be homey again. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today I realized that the inside was getting very messy while I was working on the outside. Since Michael and Brittany were both gone, I thought I would surprise them and clean the kitchen and my bedroom. Unfortunately the kitchen is taking a little more time than I thought. I got about half of it done and it's going to take another day. It is feeling great to get it done, though.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I am feeling a little worn out. I am hoping I just need a nap to get renewed and that I haven't overdone it. It is so hard not to try to get EVERYTHING done when I am feeling up to working. I <i>KNOW</i> I should take it easy...but it's hard to do. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well that's what's going on here.... </div>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-76452258811499440272011-03-25T05:24:00.000-06:002011-03-25T05:24:18.361-06:00Robbie Seay Beautiful, Scandalous Night<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/opWqe6pLSck?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-76906083549185574162011-03-18T06:18:00.002-06:002011-03-18T06:18:48.259-06:00Paying the Ultimate PriceThere once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to spe...ak....<br />
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"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.<br />
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I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"<br />
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"Just some old birds," came the reply.<br />
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"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.<br />
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"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their<br />
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feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."<br />
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"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"<br />
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"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."<br />
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The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"<br />
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"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.<br />
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They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"<br />
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"How much?" the pastor asked again.<br />
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The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"<br />
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The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand.<br />
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In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of<br />
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the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story:<br />
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One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"<br />
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"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.<br />
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Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other.. I'm really gonna have fun!"<br />
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"And what will you do when you are done with them?"<br />
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Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.<br />
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"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.<br />
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"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"<br />
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"How much? He asked again.<br />
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Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."<br />
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Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-42633384504041630222011-03-09T16:00:00.000-06:002011-03-09T16:00:03.770-06:00anyone lived in a pretty how townused to have this poem memorized...one of my favorites. <br />
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<b>anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings</b><br />
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anyone lived in a pretty how town<br />
(with up so floating many bells down)<br />
spring summer autumn winter<br />
he sang his didn't he danced his did<br />
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Women and men(both little and small)<br />
cared for anyone not at all<br />
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same<br />
sun moon stars rain<br />
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children guessed(but only a few<br />
and down they forgot as up they grew<br />
autumn winter spring summer)<br />
that noone loved him more by more<br />
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when by now and tree by leaf<br />
she laughed his joy she cried his grief<br />
bird by snow and stir by still<br />
anyone's any was all to her<br />
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someones married their everyones<br />
laughed their cryings and did their dance<br />
(sleep wake hope and then)they<br />
said their nevers they slept their dream<br />
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stars rain sun moon<br />
(and only the snow can begin to explain<br />
how children are apt to forget to remember<br />
with up so floating many bells down)<br />
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one day anyone died i guess<br />
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)<br />
busy folk buried them side by side<br />
little by little and was by was<br />
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all by all and deep by deep<br />
and more by more they dream their sleep<br />
noone and anyone earth by april<br />
wish by spirit and if by yes.<br />
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Women and men(both dong and ding)<br />
summer autumn winter spring<br />
reaped their sowing and went their came<br />
sun moon stars rainKahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-71651290204936446882011-02-28T20:30:00.000-06:002011-02-28T20:30:54.693-06:00Wrote this poem when I was in high school...<br />
thought of it last night when talking to Brittany <br />
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No, she said, and then he was sad<br />
No, once again, and then he was mad<br />
Maybe, she whispered, afraid she would lose him<br />
Please, he begged, not thinking of her<br />
Yes, she said, crying, thinking only of him.Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-78279698965189182082011-02-25T04:20:00.000-06:002011-02-25T04:20:54.872-06:00Underbellyit's the showing of my underbelly<br />
that scares me<br />
I like to keep it hidden<br />
as it should be<br />
away from light and eyes and probing<br />
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it's the under <br />
belly<br />
the soft place where all my faults<br />
and all my vulnerabilities <br />
are stitched together<br />
crookedly, jaggedly<br />
with no finesse<br />
and unmatched thread<br />
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It's private <br />
alone<br />
and lonely<br />
it has a mind of it's own<br />
a terrible energy <br />
that consumes when it is revealed<br />
pulling all my thoughts<br />
actions, emotions<br />
into the awful vortex<br />
spitting them out <br />
mangled and torn<br />
raw, open and weeping blood<br />
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you may think I hide this place from Jesus<br />
protecting my underbelly from Him<br />
or Him from my underbelly<br />
but I don't <br />
when it is unearthed<br />
I hold on to Him<br />
with frantic hands<br />
silently screaming His name<br />
a life grip on His robe<br />
"If I just touch His clothes<br />
I will be healed"<br />
whole<br />
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and instead of giving up<br />
letting the monster win<br />
opening up the stitches<br />
with a dull knife<br />
pulling each one <br />
until the skin pops<br />
letting everything fall out<br />
and heading into blessed oblivion<br />
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instead of that<br />
I hang on<br />
and ride out the storm<br />
whipped around, <br />
out of control<br />
heading into ever darker places<br />
but anchored to Jesus<br />
holding His robe<br />
knowing I WILL be healed<br />
I WILL be whole<br />
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When God is for me,<br />
even my Self <br />
cannot stand a chance against meKahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-65191123133239221922011-02-25T03:27:00.002-06:002011-02-25T03:29:25.210-06:00Not Alone by RedAnd here's the answer to those feelings...<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tmRzcWHZKas?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-47377219443001750962011-02-25T03:15:00.000-06:002011-02-25T03:30:59.787-06:00Lifehouse - Broken LiveHere's how I've been feeling lately...<br />
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<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/st2mxQusLvA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-46025796475945481922011-02-13T22:29:00.001-06:002011-02-13T22:36:58.219-06:00A New Baby to pray forI have met a family with a precious baby, just over one year old, named Ava Maddison. She was born at 23 weeks and is still in the hospital. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://annhackett.blogspot.com/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGeOJk0K-EnUQHjl3fgsWdSOHhvR91M2Iy7rJDV6QS7FakRtox0r5WyTxjTmXH1FDVVLGAPwkLEeoArxjIU35lux5oHQPCpw_LMpGI9D_eSnVvcvWVkh-0qDGxVLudgk0iQ/s350/Ava5RIMG_5187.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: left;">She had a really rough night last night and needs prayer. Please join me in praying for sweet Ava and her family. (click on her picture to go to her blog)</div>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-74813947428083236072011-01-28T00:37:00.000-06:002011-01-28T00:37:37.499-06:00Todd Agnew about Sin<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8XU_vRdQfbk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"></iframe>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591393.post-969072357015965552011-01-08T22:30:00.000-06:002011-01-08T22:30:37.155-06:00The 23rd Psalm<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Pw5gq7hhdE?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Kahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14374131306333874875noreply@blogger.com0