<?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-3936127580695834863</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:18:28.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohes Harvest</title><subtitle type='html'>"Do you not say, "There are still four months and then comes the harvest"? Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest!  John 4:35</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-1129085603075496643</id><published>2010-08-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:47:52.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years of wonderful memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW6wkk3eI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Hj4oa_dirk0/s1600/house+collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505464636954435042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW6wkk3eI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Hj4oa_dirk0/s400/house+collage+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW6WajzxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/xaEZXJSMSB0/s1600/bedroom+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505464629933100818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW6WajzxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/xaEZXJSMSB0/s400/bedroom+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW5wcgE5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/y3f1h_1BUEE/s1600/house+collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505464619740697490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW5wcgE5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/y3f1h_1BUEE/s400/house+collage+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of our busy household due to the fact we are packing for our upcoming move i just had to take some time to journal my feelings and emotions as i pack 6 years of wonderful memories into boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days have been very emotional for me as i go room by room packing all of our things. Each room is becoming more empty as i fill each new box. The kids rooms are especially hard. Their rooms resembled them with all of their favorite decor and toys. Both kids loved spending time in their own individual rooms but now the walls are empty and everything is in boxes. It doesn't look like Thomas and Katelyn's room anymore and that makes me kind of sad. We all had so much fun playing with them, reading stories to them and praying over them every single day we were in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our master bedroom was very special for the fact that we got our daily dose of snuggles as both kids would run in our room every morning so they could snuggle with us. I sure hope they don't ever outgrow this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen was special for all the different favorite foods i was able to prepare for my family. I loved sitting at the table eating dinner listening to how my husbands day was and listening to the kids tell dad what went on at home all day. I also love the kitchen because the kitchen table is where the kids and i gathered round for the last fives years for homeschooling. I feel so blessed that i had the opportunity to be able to be a stay at home mom and teach our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our living room! So many things happened in the living room from watching a favorite movie while eating popcorn, playing boardgames all night long, having friends over, family bible studies and having o' dourves while watching the Superbowl every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But....i must say i think one of my absolute favorite parts of our house was our super long bowling alley like hallway. We had so much fun in that hallway. Not only was it long but it was extra wide. During the cold winter months we played nerf -bowling, soccer, golf, hockey, football, baseball and many more sports. Robert would put the kids on a blanket and pull them down the hallway to where they would just laugh so hard. I just absolutely loved to hear the pitter patter of their feet run up and down that hallway for the past 6 years..especially when they would run down the hallway into the living room every Christmas. To see the excitement on their faces was pure joy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house is a home full of love, joy, growth....6 years full of wonderful memories i will take with me where ever i go. I will truly miss this house and all the time we spent here as a family. I know in my heart that no matter what house we live in what makes a house a home is my husband and kids who i love so very much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-1129085603075496643?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1129085603075496643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=1129085603075496643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/1129085603075496643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/1129085603075496643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-years-of-wonderful-memories.html' title='6 years of wonderful memories...'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/TGdW6wkk3eI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Hj4oa_dirk0/s72-c/house+collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-6482550026263758027</id><published>2010-07-21T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:04:52.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Thomas &amp; Katelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96eedd4572687fbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96eedd4572687fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B9D27E2334935A01FC566B7503410B8E15B752.A73DE74FAD1C05D7CCA376068C2F03AA98CA7D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96eedd4572687fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIAa5VE4kyQ8Z8avFT-H1FE8PVMk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96eedd4572687fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B9D27E2334935A01FC566B7503410B8E15B752.A73DE74FAD1C05D7CCA376068C2F03AA98CA7D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96eedd4572687fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIAa5VE4kyQ8Z8avFT-H1FE8PVMk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-6482550026263758027?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96eedd4572687fbc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6482550026263758027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=6482550026263758027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6482550026263758027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6482550026263758027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-thomas-katelyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Thomas &amp; Katelyn'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2807835327589000903</id><published>2009-08-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:04:26.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SpjBYqJRVxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rY0w0GHhgTg/s1600-h/isabella+frame+picture+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375258784640882450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SpjBYqJRVxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rY0w0GHhgTg/s400/isabella+frame+picture+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of visiting with my wonderful long time friend in California. She and her husband just had a new baby girl Isabella. She is so beautiful and it was so nice being able to spend a couple days getting to know my new little niece. I already miss her so much. I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be planning more visits to California with fewer time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; visits. I love this baby girl with all my heart. Will see you in less than 2 months Isabella....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-2807835327589000903?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2807835327589000903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=2807835327589000903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2807835327589000903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2807835327589000903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-isabella.html' title='Baby Isabella'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SpjBYqJRVxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rY0w0GHhgTg/s72-c/isabella+frame+picture+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-4001988789512306842</id><published>2009-06-17T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:55:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day to my Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8oEy-8WI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XBZaMIpbN04/s1600-h/putting+flower+on+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472735566393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8oEy-8WI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XBZaMIpbN04/s400/putting+flower+on+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8hV3Od6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/_7A1hkbDdCI/s1600-h/018_14A+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472619888506786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8hV3Od6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/_7A1hkbDdCI/s400/018_14A+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8YCaRsvI/AAAAAAAAAps/F-bQECBH6Ic/s1600-h/026_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472460047987442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8YCaRsvI/AAAAAAAAAps/F-bQECBH6Ic/s400/026_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8PL3MUaI/AAAAAAAAApk/IbR_baZ_pbE/s1600-h/021_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472307966366114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8PL3MUaI/AAAAAAAAApk/IbR_baZ_pbE/s400/021_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8DhR2H-I/AAAAAAAAApc/R8cRCDAKEcg/s1600-h/025_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472107556872162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8DhR2H-I/AAAAAAAAApc/R8cRCDAKEcg/s400/025_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ79iK8TlI/AAAAAAAAApU/-g1cx0ujvV0/s1600-h/019_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472004717137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ79iK8TlI/AAAAAAAAApU/-g1cx0ujvV0/s400/019_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I could remember my daddy was my hero. I remember when I was just a little girl I would always tell him that when I grew up I wanted to marry him because to me my dad was my knight in shining armor. Another reason my dad was my hero was because of the important work he did. He was the captain of the fire department and I used think my dad was so brave for what he did for others. Growing up through the years my dad has always been my strength. I remember being a teenager as I am sure we all experience there are fun times, but there are also hard times. My dad would always remind me that I was important and that I mattered. He told me that I was loved and to always remember that. He told me to to keep my chin up and to be strong. I always felt so protected by my dad, he always told me that no matter what he would always be there for me. Now that I am a grown woman I love my relationship with my dad now just as much as I did when I was younger because now he is my friend. Even though we live on the opposite side of the United States we still talk on the phone quite a bit and I just love our phone conversations. I love that I can come to him and seek advice and he will always look out for my best interest. I just love knowing that no matter what he will always be there for me to lend support and love me just like he did when I was a little girl. Thank you so much Dad for loving me and making me feel special. I love you, Happy Fathers Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about how much my dad loves me, I think how amazing and awesome it is that our Father in heaven loves us even more. God wants to be the one we run to. He wants to love us, protect us and be our strength. He wants us to be able to come to Him with all of our burdens and lay them down. Just like I remember times sitting on my dads lap feeling his arms around me protecting me, God wants that even more. He wants us to run in His arms, sit on His lap and call Him Father, Abba, Daddy. Thank You Father God for blessing me with a dad who is loving, protecting and strong. Thank You for giving me a glimpse of You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some great verses of our Fathers love for us..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 36:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you, O Lord are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 86:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"&lt;/em&gt; Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.&lt;/em&gt; Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how God showed His love for us: He sent His one and only Son into the world that we might live through Him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loves us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.&lt;/em&gt; 1 John 4:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But because of His great love for us, God who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions-it is by grace you have been saved.&lt;/em&gt; Ephesians 2:4-5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-4001988789512306842?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4001988789512306842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=4001988789512306842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/4001988789512306842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/4001988789512306842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-my-dad_17.html' title='Happy Fathers Day to my Dad!'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SjJ8oEy-8WI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XBZaMIpbN04/s72-c/putting+flower+on+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-6421856739996481342</id><published>2009-04-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:17:26.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thy Shield and Buckler"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7cwUBnYoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0T_l-Wb1nE/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322934532165821058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7cwUBnYoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0T_l-Wb1nE/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7chHOS_NI/AAAAAAAAAns/sNAR3yPNcaE/s1600-h/DSC_0039b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322934271031311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7chHOS_NI/AAAAAAAAAns/sNAR3yPNcaE/s400/DSC_0039b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day as I was organizing, I ran across a book, a special book that I haven't looked at in quite some time. The book is called "The Shadow of the Rock" it's a book full of Christian poems. This was given to a family member back in 1872. This book is special to me for a few reasons, one because I was born in 1972 exactly 100 years later from the time this book was first given as a Christmas gift to a family member and the other reason was my Grandmother gave this to my Dad and 8 years ago my Dad gave it to me right before he moved to the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandmother (my Dads mom) was a very special women. She is the one person in my life that first introduced me to God and Jesus. I just remember being very young and every time my sister and I would spend the night at our grandparents house my Grandma would always tell us how much God loves us and that He is everywhere. I remember their place was in a beautiful city in Marin and they lived high up on a hill and at night she would pray for us and have us look out the window and see the beautiful view she would explain that everywhere we looked God was there, that He surrounds us. In the morning she would wake us up with such excitement and have us look out the same window with the beautiful view and she would tell us how thankful she was for the sun rising, the birds singing and the new day God has given us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandmother passed away when I was 13 and it was about 10 years after that that I accepted Christ into my life. Even though I didn't live my life for Christ in my teens and early twenties I always had a part of what my Grandma taught me in my heart and in my mind. I know in my heart that my Grandma is with the Lord and I am excited to be with her again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-jHehkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/nQA_EUcxPGs/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935876246734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-jHehkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/nQA_EUcxPGs/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-SLGkKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bAGnF7cmI98/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935871698538658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-SLGkKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bAGnF7cmI98/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-AIbCUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rMJlWtBRNog/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935866855459138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7d-AIbCUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rMJlWtBRNog/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my Dad gave me this book of poems I noticed there was a pressed flower to hold a place in the book, I believe it was a favorite of my Grandmothers......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thy Shield And Buckler"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the weary years go by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will my love wax cold, and die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the pilgrimage be long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life be dark, and foes be strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I not grow faint, and yield?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I ever win the field?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How shall I endure and dare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the cross in patience bear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How through tedious years sustain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wavering conflict, oft in vain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nay but the Unchanging Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Will confirm you to the end!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He Who hath the work begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ne'er will leave that work undone--"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While at God's right hand He lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deathless is the life He gives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through all change, and woe, and strife,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Springing up to endless life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heaven and earth shall pass away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not My Words--" so Christ doth say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all years " His Truth shall be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shield and buckler unto thee"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I reach life's earthly bound,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the shadows darken round,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All familiar things and dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fading fast from eye to ear,--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In that hour of mortal smart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trembling flesh and failing heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I find my anchor vain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parting in that latest strain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear the Shepherd's voice of old,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking on His helpless fold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking far, with gaze Divine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down the ages' lengthening line:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every feeble sheep I know:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life eternal I bestow:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;None shall prick them from My hand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall that word of promise stand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, when countless foes affright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;closing round in latest flight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In that deadly hour and dim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall my soul be snatched from Him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heaven and earth shall pass away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT MY WORDS--" so Christ doth say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In death's grasp " His Truth shall be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shield and buckler unto thee."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H. 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B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:///"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-6421856739996481342?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6421856739996481342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=6421856739996481342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6421856739996481342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6421856739996481342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/thy-shield-and-buckler.html' title='&quot;Thy Shield and Buckler&quot;'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sd7cwUBnYoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0T_l-Wb1nE/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-8155156954663063238</id><published>2009-03-31T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:17:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that we have just celebrated Christmas a few months ago and with Easter approaching us I thought this was appropriate to post for the time we are in. As you read this I hope that you think about what Jesus means to you and I pray that He reveals His love for you. He does love you, He died for you. He took all our sins upon himself so we can have life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few years ago I was inspired to write this poem about my Lord and Savior and what He means to me...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sbas9xrOA8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/jjr4fjlkVbs/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622987836687298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sbas9xrOA8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/jjr4fjlkVbs/s400/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Life&lt;/em&gt; as Lord&lt;br /&gt;Began on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;No where to be born&lt;br /&gt;But in a manger far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSASRmII/AAAAAAAAAkc/NjHwJ6tx2B4/s1600-h/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624434867607682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSASRmII/AAAAAAAAAkc/NjHwJ6tx2B4/s400/worship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time has come&lt;br /&gt;To worship and sing&lt;br /&gt;To you O Lord&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour and King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSQKpZcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9tvxCmDYqIQ/s1600-h/Jesus+washing+His+disciples+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624439130580418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSQKpZcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9tvxCmDYqIQ/s400/Jesus+washing+His+disciples+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your life&lt;/em&gt; on earth was&lt;br /&gt;to set the example for man&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Christ like&lt;br /&gt;With your help I know I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSWoLumI/AAAAAAAAAks/Mgv9T0lXjq0/s1600-h/Potter+%26+clay.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624440865077858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSWoLumI/AAAAAAAAAks/Mgv9T0lXjq0/s400/Potter+%26+clay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are the potter&lt;br /&gt;I am the clay&lt;br /&gt;Mold me and shape me&lt;br /&gt;As I kneel and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSvlcHiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yggjwxPSUy4/s1600-h/Jesus+suffering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624447564455458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauSvlcHiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yggjwxPSUy4/s400/Jesus+suffering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your life&lt;/em&gt; was full of&lt;br /&gt;Persecution, pain and suffering&lt;br /&gt;But through it all&lt;br /&gt;New life this would bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauS-9lsZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/W32xGxE71cw/s1600-h/lighted+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624451692278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbauS-9lsZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/W32xGxE71cw/s400/lighted+path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Lord with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;br /&gt;Please light my path and Go before me&lt;br /&gt;Now and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDmqp6ZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R4mBU5B3Dlo/s1600-h/The+Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311625286984001938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDmqp6ZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R4mBU5B3Dlo/s400/The+Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Your life&lt;/em&gt; ended here on earth&lt;br /&gt;So you could pay the price&lt;br /&gt;On the cross you bore my sins&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDtrjx3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/04ISlbTs7SU/s1600-h/to+be+Christ+like.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311625288866842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDtrjx3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/04ISlbTs7SU/s400/to+be+Christ+like.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I walk through life&lt;br /&gt;I stumble and fall upon my face&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up and guide me&lt;br /&gt;With gentleness and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDz8a-yI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3Jkdcio0qbY/s1600-h/Set+free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311625290548181794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavDz8a-yI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3Jkdcio0qbY/s400/Set+free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Your Life&lt;/em&gt; on earth&lt;br /&gt;Will never be in vain&lt;br /&gt;Because of You I am set free&lt;br /&gt;From all my guilt and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavEIlE0GI/AAAAAAAAAlc/eclieAAIx_8/s1600-h/Jesus_Resurrection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311625296087404642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbavEIlE0GI/AAAAAAAAAlc/eclieAAIx_8/s400/Jesus_Resurrection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are compassionate and faithful&lt;br /&gt;With your never ending love&lt;br /&gt;You will reign forever&lt;br /&gt;In heaven up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have life now because of You, thank You Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-8155156954663063238?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8155156954663063238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=8155156954663063238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/8155156954663063238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/8155156954663063238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-life_31.html' title='&quot;Your Life&quot;'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sbas9xrOA8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/jjr4fjlkVbs/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2498070591865203665</id><published>2009-03-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:12:05.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sc6ce-1J_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-EVN6Bw3CyY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318360266047094098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sc6ce-1J_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-EVN6Bw3CyY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sc6T0nDqgeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Q8TsqXZN-0U/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318350742017966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sc6T0nDqgeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Q8TsqXZN-0U/s400/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite season of the year is here..........Spring. The reason I love Spring is because it represents so many things to me. Growth, refreshment, beauty, warmth, life. I look around and Gods creation is all around me, I am in awe of His beauty. I believe that God wants that for us as well. Just as the flowers come each spring, they are not like they were the year before. There are more, they have multiplied, they have grown. God wants us to grow like the flowers and that our growth as Christians will multiply year after year. In order for us to grow we need to come to God so we can be refreshed by His Spirit. When we are refreshed and fillled we experience the beauty, warmth and life He has to give us. Another reason I love Spring is because just like my husband and I like to do our "Spring cleaning" in the house and out in the yard. For me especially I like to take the time to examine my walk with God and ask&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Him to do a "Spring cleaning" within me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Our back yard is always the worst, all the patio furniture is dusty &amp;amp; dirty from the fall &amp;amp; winter. We need to sweep and wipe everything down. I am just so thankful that God does that with me everyday......picking me up and dusting me off, picking me up and dusting me off...........thank You my Lord!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=27&amp;amp;t=NKJV#27"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Luke 12:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the lilies, how they &lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt;: they neither toil nor spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Job&amp;amp;c=8&amp;amp;v=19&amp;amp;t=NKJV#19"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Job 8:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behold, this is the joy of His way, And out of the earth others will &lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Psa&amp;amp;c=92&amp;amp;v=12&amp;amp;t=NKJV#12"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Psalm 92:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, He shall &lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt; like a cedar in Lebanon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Psa&amp;amp;c=90&amp;amp;v=17&amp;amp;t=NKJV#17"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Psalm 90:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the &lt;em&gt;beauty&lt;/em&gt; of the LORD our God be upon us, And establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, establish the work of our hands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Beautiful Song called: Jesus You're Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, bright as the morning star &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, how can I tell you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful you are to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, song that the angels sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, dearer to my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than anything Sweeter than springtime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purer than sunshine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever my song will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jesus, You’re beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, bright as the morning star &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, how can I tell you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful you are to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My Jesus, song that the angels sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, dearer to my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweeter than spring time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purer than sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ever my song will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, You’re beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, You are so beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, you’re beautiful to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, Jesus, You’re beautiful to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, wonderful, everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, Jesus, You’re beautiful to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful, morning star, Lord you are, Beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, You’re beautiful to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh, so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweeter than springtime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purer than sunshine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever my song will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, You’re beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-2498070591865203665?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2498070591865203665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=2498070591865203665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2498070591865203665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2498070591865203665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-season-of-year-is-here.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/Sc6ce-1J_VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-EVN6Bw3CyY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2177394371988616955</id><published>2009-03-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:13:26.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A painting created by God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=810f98b08e8d8a5f1705" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear video please click on pause button on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day I was watching this great video on God Tube (now Tangle) and I thought it went perfectly with what I read in "Our Daily Bread" (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legend has it that Michelangelo painted with a brush in one hand and a candle in the other to prevent his shadow from covering his masterpiece in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the kind of attitude we should adopt if we are serious about wanting to display the masterpiece of God’s glory on the canvas of our lives. Unfortunately, we tend to live in a way that draws attention to ourselves—our cars, our clothes, our careers, our position, our cleverness, our success. And when life is all about us, it’s hard for people to see Jesus in us. Jesus saved us to be reflections of His glory (Rom. 8:29), but when we live for ourselves, our shadow gets cast on the canvas of His presence in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the believers in Corinth were feeling too full of themselves, Paul warned them “that no flesh should glory [boast] in His presence” (1 Cor. 1:29), and reminded them of what Jeremiah said, “He who glories, let him glory in the Lord” (v.31; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;. 9:24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of your life as a canvas on which a picture is being painted. What would you rather have people see: the masterpiece of the presence of Jesus or the shadow of your own profile? Don’t get in the way of a great painting in progress. Live to let others see Jesus in you. — Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a painting created by God,&lt;br /&gt;And as such I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; nothing to boast;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the image of Christ to the world&lt;br /&gt;Is what I desire the most. —&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A Christian’s life is the canvas on which others can see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a great question to ask myself daily, "How can my life reflect the image of Christ today" I want to be like a beautiful painting and that when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; see me they see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Father God, please help me everyday not to get in the way of Your awesome masterpiece and I pray that I don't get caught up by things in this world but that I only live a life that glorifies You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song being played in this video by Steven Curtis Chapman..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is God and I am not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is God and I am man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I’ll never understand it all For only God is God&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-2177394371988616955?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2177394371988616955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=2177394371988616955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2177394371988616955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2177394371988616955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/painting-created-by-god.html' title='A painting created by God'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-87201175619748104</id><published>2009-03-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:53:11.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Need You"</title><content type='html'>The song you are hearing right now from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; " I Need You" is very sentimental to me. Almost nine years ago after giving birth to Thomas &amp;amp; Katelyn 6 weeks early we had to leave the hospital without them because they had to stay in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; for two weeks. That was so hard for me to leave them, they were just in my tummy and I carried them around with me for a little over 7 months, they are part of me, they are like water and breath to me. How could I leave my babies, but I had to go prepare our home for them. This song was the very first song I heard on the radio as we drove away from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I can get by with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Of all the blessings life can bring&lt;br /&gt;I've always needed something&lt;br /&gt;But I've got all I want&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving you&lt;br /&gt;You're my only reason&lt;br /&gt;You're my only truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the hope that moves me&lt;br /&gt;To courage again&lt;br /&gt;You're the love that rescues me&lt;br /&gt;When the cold winds, rage&lt;br /&gt;And it's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's just how you are&lt;br /&gt;And I can't turn back now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've brought me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that nine years have past and I still listen to this song from time to time, I realize that this song means so much more to me. This song represents my need for Christ. I need Him like I need water and breath, He is mercy from heaven's gate. I can only find freedom in His arms because it is Him who carries me and delivers me. Oh yes, I do need you Jesus, you are the One who rescues me and gives me hope. You are my reason, you are my truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Jesus, I love you....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a side note I think about the day I left the hospital I was leaving so I could prepare our home for Thomas and Katelyn. This is exactly what Jesus is doing for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;John 14:1-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 1);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 2);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 3);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 4);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And where I go you know, and the way you know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 5);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thomas said to Him, "Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 6);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=NKJV#comm/6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jhn&lt;/span&gt; 14:6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-87201175619748104?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/87201175619748104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=87201175619748104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/87201175619748104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/87201175619748104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-you.html' title='&quot;I Need You&quot;'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2609395660756202139</id><published>2009-03-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:32:39.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today in my moms devotional book the scripture was Ephesians 6:2-3 &lt;em&gt;"Honor your father and mother," which is the first commandment with promise "that it may be well with you and you may live long on the earth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question for today was "What can I do to show my mother how much I appreciate her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really got me thinking, "what can I do?" My mom has done so much for me in my life that I can't even begin to figure out what I can do to show her how much I really do appreciate her. She is the one who raised me, the one who rubbed my back when I was sick, held my hand when I was scared, comforted me when I was sad, encouraged me to be my best and loved me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the most loving, compassionate, patient, understanding, giving and selfless woman I know. I am not just saying this because she is my mom, this who she is! I remember when I was pregnant with Thomas &amp;amp; Katelyn it was her birthday and mothers day within a week from each other and I felt so bad because I couldn't go out and find her a nice gift due to the fact I was on complete bed rest. So I decided to make her a memory jar, I sent Robert out to get some pretty note paper and a jar that I could decorate with ribbon. I just remember sitting in bed for days writing wonderful memories of my mom on these little pieces of paper that were in an assortment of rainbow colors. Back then I thought this was a great way to show her how much I appreciate her, but is this enough???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to show me and I feel in my heart that He is leading me to show her exactly what she has given me my whole life which is love, compassion, patience, understanding, giving and being selfless. To answer the question "what can I do....." the best thing I can do is by lovingly serving my Lord, my God. By serving Him and putting Him first in my life is when I will be able to bare the fruit of the Spirit. My hope is that my mom will be able to see that and feel that in her heart and that when she looks at me that she will be able to get a glimpse of Jesus and how much He loves her. Wanting my mom to have salvation is the best way I can show her that I appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311484537657790114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbYvC6kSjqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/chCJJzLSU50/s400/019_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My favorite photo of my mom and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today's devotion is extra special to me because it was just a few weeks ago when we had a scare that turned out to be nothing but it really made me realize that I am so blessed. I called my mom early one morning since I know my mom wakes up early. I had a feeling of concern for my grandma. When I called my mom she didn't answer so she must have still been sleeping. Like I said I called her early so where else would she be but still asleep. About an hour later I called again and still no answer so I left a message thinking maybe she woke up hopped in the shower and she'll check the message and call me back. My mom is very predictable, my sister and I know her patterns very well. Also my mom works from home so she doesn't have to leave for work and if she went away somewhere she would have told us and again when I called it was too early for her to go run errands or go shopping. Well another hour has gone by and I don't hear a thing. Finally I call my sister and she said she just talked to her the night before and my mom didn't mention going anywhere. My sister said she would stop by her house on the way to work and call me. Upon arriving to her house my sister started to worry because all of the blinds were closed and again being that my mom is so predictable, she always opens the blinds first thing when waking up. My sister called me and told me to call our grandma thinking maybe she had to leave quickly due to my grandma. My grandma was fine and she didn't know where my mom could be. Last resort my sister called the hospital to make sure she didn't go to the ER. She has done this before since she does get tachycardia attacks sometimes, but that was not the case. At this point my sister and I are freaking out thinking did something happen to her and is she in the house. My sister decided to call 911 and when the police showed up as they were about to break down the door my grandma called me ( 3 hours later) saying that she forgot to mention to me when I called that my mom had a meeting that she had to attend for work and she left the house at 5:30 in the morning. Again this is not like my mom to go somewhere this early. We were so relieved that she was safe and just at a meeting. Hopefully she will give my sister a key to her house so next time she can just easily check up on her. Just that feeling that I got that day was devastating, thinking to myself what would I do without my mom, my best friend, the one who I take after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my mom so much ever since I could remember I never wanted be be away from my mama. When I was in preschool the teachers would have to pry me away from my mom, in high school I still loved hanging out with my mom. We did everything together, we loved going shopping and every week we would make it a point to have dinner and a movie night. We also have so much in common we always say we are like 2 peas in a pod. Even as I am now a mom myself I still feel like I am a little girl who still needs her mama. We are on the phone quite a bit with one another and I still can't believe I live 8 hours away from her. I won't quit talking her into moving up here to Oregon, but I know she can't because she has to be there to help my loving and precious grandma. I now see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree because my grandma is so special to me and I know where my mom gets all her qualities from. I just hope Katelyn will see a glimpse of my grandma and my mom in me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbYycz09m2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/rhkciUuid_A/s1600-h/IMG_2673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311488281060154210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbYycz09m2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/rhkciUuid_A/s400/IMG_2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My loving mom, my precious grandma, me &amp;amp; my sweet Katie girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you so much mom and I pray that God will continue to reveal Himself to you and that He will bless you for all that you have done in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The love of my grandmothers love for my mom, my moms love for me and my love for my daughter is just a glimpse of God's deep love for us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjD0lv8hx5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjD0lv8hx5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank you Father for showing us how deep your love is and for giving me such a special mom. Please help me be the kind of mom my mom was to me to my children.............please bless my mom. I love you Lord!!! In Jesus name...Amen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-2609395660756202139?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2609395660756202139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=2609395660756202139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2609395660756202139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2609395660756202139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-in-my-moms-devotional-book.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SbYvC6kSjqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/chCJJzLSU50/s72-c/019_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-1649087583809852928</id><published>2009-03-07T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:49:20.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting here reading other blogs I am also eating some yummy mixed berries. As I am eating them I am coming across some hard, sour &amp;amp; bitter blueberries...yuck. Then I thought to myself "hey that's just like me when I am hard" I am bitter, angry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yucky&lt;/span&gt;! When I open my heart to God and let Him in, He makes me soft &amp;amp; sweet. It is then that I get to have the good fruit, &lt;em&gt;the fruit of the Spirit which is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Galatians&lt;/span&gt; 5:22-23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God please forgive me for the times my heart is hardened and I am bitter and angry. I pray that my heart is always open and willing to let You in to do a mighty work in my life, what ever that may be. Please remove any yuck in my heart and replace it with Your Spirit. Please soften my heart and make it sweet just like the sweet, juicy, yummy blueberries. I thank you Father that I can have the fruits of the Spirit, only through You....only through You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you..........In Jesus precious name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-1649087583809852928?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1649087583809852928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=1649087583809852928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/1649087583809852928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/1649087583809852928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/soft-sweet.html' title='Soft &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-3325748327278903457</id><published>2009-02-22T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:13:39.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only through Christ</title><content type='html'>This morning I was questioning myself if I should go to church or not since I was not feeling well. I kept feeling a tug on my heart for me to go, so I did. I am so glad I went! The youth group put on a wonderful performance which really moved me and the message today was something God really wanted me to hear. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;battling&lt;/span&gt; in bondage for the past 3 years. I feel comfortable sharing with others what I battle with because after this long I am so tired of trying to keep it a secret. I have a phobia called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mysophobia&lt;/span&gt; which is basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;germaphobia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I give in to my flesh I end up feeling so guilty that I end up building a wall because I feel like how am I supposed to come to God when I can't even give this sin up. Well this is what it says in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 7:24 O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? 7:25 I thank God-through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, with the mind I myself serve the law of God, but with the flesh the law of sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then goes on to chapter 8 saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 8:1 There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit. 8:2 For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has made me free from the law of sin and death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I am in Christ so I have no condemnation and what I need to do is cry out to Him because He is my deliverer. Only through Christ can I be free from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one other verse that really spoke to me today and that is verse 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 8:6 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;For to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this so bad, life and peace. I am so thankful that we can all have this by accepting Jesus into our hearts and by keeping our minds set on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this verse &lt;em&gt;Romans 8:11 But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because His Spirit dwells in me I have life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; Father God for loving me so much that you gave your one and only Son to die for my sins. Only through Him can I come to you and be forgiven, only through Him I can have everlasting life and peace that surpasses all understanding. I love you Father and I pray that everyday that I can lay all my burdens down so my focus will be on you and not my flesh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Forgive&lt;/span&gt; me of my sins and help me to live according to the Spirit. In Jesus mighty name I pray, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_M33GcJAmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_M33GcJAmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-3325748327278903457?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3325748327278903457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=3325748327278903457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3325748327278903457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3325748327278903457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-through-christ.html' title='Only through Christ'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2878266849599963164</id><published>2009-02-21T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:34:40.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCltn2q1vI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pRkQzoyULPo/s1600-h/DSC_0002a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422564253423346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCltn2q1vI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pRkQzoyULPo/s400/DSC_0002a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClteQVHBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o6O6wqs71FE/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422561676696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClteQVHBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o6O6wqs71FE/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCltDFT67I/AAAAAAAAAio/YIUzZ75d7Ms/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422554382724018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCltDFT67I/AAAAAAAAAio/YIUzZ75d7Ms/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClsyaoGkI/AAAAAAAAAig/66KEPlMee_A/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422549908724290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClsyaoGkI/AAAAAAAAAig/66KEPlMee_A/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClstgGyVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wn2F2Lh9ryM/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422548589529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaClstgGyVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wn2F2Lh9ryM/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thomas aka Tommy Boy just loves playing with his action figures. It is so fun watching him play. He is so serious but imaginative at the same time. He sets up these scenes for his action figures, it's almost like watching a movie come to life. Robert &amp;amp; I think he is going to be the next George Lucas. Thomas is so content when playing with his action figures it is something he really enjoys. Thomas is also full of energy and is such a happy boy (most of the time) every morning he comes running in our room with so much excitement to see us first thing. He is also a very loving boy and I hope that is something that he won't grow out of. It is such a blessing to have a son that brings so much joy and excitement into our lives everyday. Love you T!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-2878266849599963164?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2878266849599963164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=2878266849599963164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2878266849599963164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/2878266849599963164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/tommy-boy.html' title='Tommy Boy'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCltn2q1vI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pRkQzoyULPo/s72-c/DSC_0002a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-4654641625460819001</id><published>2009-02-21T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:02:43.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCgBXVKTdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AvZwpRWDv7U/s1600-h/DSC_0023a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416306345528786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCgBXVKTdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AvZwpRWDv7U/s400/DSC_0023a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCgAY-rRpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RCFe8lNkMys/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416289608222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCgAY-rRpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RCFe8lNkMys/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf_2Fdi7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/3zMYfjt5Pvc/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416280241441714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf_2Fdi7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/3zMYfjt5Pvc/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf__vawBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kg2V1LX4s-o/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416282833338386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf__vawBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kg2V1LX4s-o/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf_tFvcoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W2gWRnW0BqA/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416277826695810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCf_tFvcoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W2gWRnW0BqA/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Katie girl  is such a girly girl.  Just like me when I was a young girl.  She loves playing with her barbies, dressing them up and making them look all pretty.  She also loves to write and draw.  She is so creative, she even wrote a little song about Jesus.  She inspires me everyday by her sweet and loving ways.  She is like a little mother always wanting to take care of everyone and everything.  She loves helping me with chores and always asking what she can do to help me.  I feel so blessed to have such a sweet &amp;amp; loving daughter who daily makes it her goal to please God &amp;amp; her family.  I love you my sweet Katie girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-4654641625460819001?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4654641625460819001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=4654641625460819001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/4654641625460819001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/4654641625460819001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/katie-girl.html' title='Katie Girl'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SaCgBXVKTdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AvZwpRWDv7U/s72-c/DSC_0023a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-5954845895060283835</id><published>2009-02-04T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:28:28.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SYqi8_bB43I/AAAAAAAAAf8/TXFltK_P1ZU/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299227080255464306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SYqi8_bB43I/AAAAAAAAAf8/TXFltK_P1ZU/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SYqi8-rZs4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xOaJ-5qon78/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299227080055698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SYqi8-rZs4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xOaJ-5qon78/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I first met my husband I wasn't the biggest football fan, let alone a Pittsburgh Steelers fan. If anything I was a San Francisco 49er fan to support who else but my dad. Well after many years (19 years) I am happy to say I love football and even more I love the Steelers. My husband has loved the Steelers since their winning streak in the 70's known as the "Steel Curtain" era. He has always loved the Steelers and he never waivered between teams. Since we have been married 11 years we were able to enjoy watching the Steelers win two Superbowl's. Watching the Steelers play is something I truly enjoy doing with my husband. We jump up and down together, scream together, stress together and get excited together. To me this is a symbol of our love for one another. We have truly grown as one over the years and we really enjoy everything about one another even football and watching the Steelers win the Superbowl.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-5954845895060283835?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5954845895060283835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=5954845895060283835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/5954845895060283835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/5954845895060283835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SYqi8_bB43I/AAAAAAAAAf8/TXFltK_P1ZU/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-6480437934940241384</id><published>2009-01-27T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:42:16.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SX9-mYssG0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XomhKc6T7LM/s1600-h/IMG_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296090884741012290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SX9-mYssG0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XomhKc6T7LM/s400/IMG_2692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SX9-FCBDa0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/BdOcIEfipY8/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296090311716727618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SX9-FCBDa0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/BdOcIEfipY8/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Wow, it's been awhile since I have posted anything. The last month has been very busy for us, just trying to get back to our normal schedules after spending two weeks in California for Christmas &amp;amp; New Years. We had such a wonderful time being able spend time with our families &amp;amp; friends. This is the first time we spent down there with not having to go down for some huge plans. It was very relaxing and fun for us at the same time. We just feel so blessed by God because before we left for California we were in prayer asking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discernment&lt;/span&gt; on whether or not we were being wise with our finances. Especially for the fact that Robert being a business owner he doesn't get paid vacation. Just days before we left we received some money for Christmas from a variety of family that was more than enough to cover our trip and the money that Robert would have made if he didn't take off work. I am just so thankful to God because I know He is the one who knew our situation and it was His will for us to go, so He provided the way. As a family we wanted to make sure that because God provided a way we wanted to do His will and of course He always wants us to share His Word with others. My Grandmother is 92 and I am just so thankful I had the chance to spend quite a bit of time with her sharing Gods word with her and letting her know how much He loves her. Now my hope and prayer is that she received it. There is something else I want to share, it says in the Bible that we are to tithe which means to give an offering. We are to give our first ten % of our earnings to God (the Church we attend so they can put the money to good use) not that God wants money, but he wants us to trust Him and if we can trust Him enough to give our firsts than we can trust Him in everything. Now I am not saying that we are always faithful in tithing, but I will say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we feel like we don't have enough to tithe, God always seems to provide for us. God wants us to have faith in Him and what a better way to trust than to trust Him with our finances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mal&amp;amp;c=3&amp;amp;v=8&amp;amp;t=NKJV#8"&gt;Mal 3:8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will a man rob God? Yet you have robbed Me! But you say, 'In what way have we robbed You?' In tithes and offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mal&amp;amp;c=3&amp;amp;v=10&amp;amp;t=NKJV#10"&gt;Mal 3:10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, That there may be food in My house, And try Me now in this," Says the LORD of hosts, "If I will not open for you the windows of heaven And pour out for you [such] blessing That [there will] not [be room] enough [to receive it]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-6480437934940241384?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6480437934940241384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=6480437934940241384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6480437934940241384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/6480437934940241384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling Blessed'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SX9-mYssG0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XomhKc6T7LM/s72-c/IMG_2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-3471510508992436014</id><published>2008-12-13T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:12:47.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be still and rest....</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks have been very busy for me. Why does it always seem to get so busy this time of year, especially this one in particular. I have been staying busy helping my husband move his business to a new location, making plans for our trip to California, shopping for Christmas gifts, making sure my Christmas cards get sent out on time and just making sure I stay on top of my normal activities and household duties. In the meantime where is my focus???? Is it on Him the One who was born to save me or is it on these other things. Well I am sure you can tell with how busy I have been my focus has not completely been on Him. No wonder I wasn't getting into the Christmas Spirit this year, I feel like I have been on the go the past few weeks not being able to slow down. Well last night God decided to take some action in my life, He slowed it down for me. As I was running errands last night around 6pm driving on Garden Valley I noticed some bright lights behind me, yes it was a police car. I pulled over in a shopping center thinking to myself what did I do??? My brain has been on overload that I didn't even realize if I did something wrong. The police officer walked up to my car and said I forgot to turn on my headlights, then he wanted to see my insurance. Oh no where is my insurance I found my insurance card holder but the one that was in there was expired as I kept on looking around I finally found the one that wasn't....thank God! I ended up not getting a ticket, just a warning. As I drove and parked in the parking lot at the shopping center I decided to call my mom in California, she always helps me calm down. Since the kids were zonked out in the back seat I decided to stop for a little and chat with my mom on my cell phone which was about to die. About 30 minutes later my phone died, so I decided it was time to get some groceries. I went to start my van and it would not start. At this point I realized God was trying to show me something as I sat in my van that would not start with no cell phone in the cold pouring rain. Eventually I had to wake the kids go into the nearby store and get a hold of Robert. he told me to go to my van and wait until he gets there. As I was waiting for him I now realized that God was trying to get me to slow down and rest in Him, to focus on Him, to lean on Him. That's all I could do. I had nowhere to go, no one to call and nothing to do but to be still and rest in my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father God that throughout my business you show yourself to me and regain my focus on what is really important which is You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=1Ch&amp;amp;c=22&amp;amp;v=9&amp;amp;t=NKJV#9"&gt;1Chronicles 22:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, a son shall be born to you, who shall be a man of rest; and I will give him rest from all his enemies all around. His name shall be Solomon,* for I will give peace and quietness to Israel in his days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Isa&amp;amp;c=30&amp;amp;v=15&amp;amp;t=NKJV#15"&gt;Isaiah 30:15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thus says the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel: "In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-3471510508992436014?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3471510508992436014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=3471510508992436014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3471510508992436014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3471510508992436014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-still-and-rest.html' title='be still and rest....'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-3928124096590785316</id><published>2008-11-30T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:38:27.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be thankful.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMVWUAm2tI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiXREr-zenE/s1600-h/IMG_2402_38_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583061653543634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMVWUAm2tI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiXREr-zenE/s400/IMG_2402_38_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMVLOCjpGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZllMnggFjhU/s1600-h/IMG_2367_26_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274582871072547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMVLOCjpGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZllMnggFjhU/s400/IMG_2367_26_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUxXuW1FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GLzndlK8Eko/s1600-h/IMG_2404_39_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274582426995577938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUxXuW1FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GLzndlK8Eko/s400/IMG_2404_39_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUlYmbmFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tGUIjyI1BcM/s1600-h/IMG_2397_35_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274582221072341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUlYmbmFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tGUIjyI1BcM/s400/IMG_2397_35_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUeScgt9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zu6YN5gjVKI/s1600-h/IMG_2398_36_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274582099161036754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUeScgt9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zu6YN5gjVKI/s400/IMG_2398_36_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUZAOxPAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qksHETct7Qg/s1600-h/IMG_2399_37_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274582008372214786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMUZAOxPAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qksHETct7Qg/s400/IMG_2399_37_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a few days past Thanksgiving and there is so much to be thankful for. This year we decided to spend Thanksgiving at the coast. We went to Bandon and it was absolutely beautiful. I didn't want our trip to the coast to take away the meaning of Thanksgiving so I started to explain to the kids that we have so much to be thankful for. I explained to them that in other places in the world there are children that don't have homes to live in , clothes to wear, food to eat, toys to play with, bathrooms, water that is drinkable and that we are so blessed that we get to make a decision of what restaurant we want to go to, or what toy they would like to pick out at the store. I don't ever want to take for granted the blessings I have in my life and I want to be an example to our children so they can learn that they are so blessed to have what they have. I know that everything I have comes from the Lord and I am most thankful to have Him in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 100:4-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, And into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him, and bless His name. 5 For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, And His truth endures to all generations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-3928124096590785316?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3928124096590785316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=3928124096590785316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3928124096590785316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3928124096590785316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-thankful.html' title='To be thankful.............'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMVWUAm2tI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiXREr-zenE/s72-c/IMG_2402_38_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-7991886894390636583</id><published>2008-11-25T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:04:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You hold me by my right hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This evening I was feeling a little discouraged and afraid.  I just felt like there is so much going on in our world right now that is effecting so many different people.   Friends and family going through financial difficulties and busy lives.  Everyone seems to be hit hard by the economic problems our nation is going through.  Even us.  As I was feeling the tension creep up on me, I looked outside and saw the lighted up cross on the hill.  I just looked at that cross and it reminded me that I have hope.  Not in this world but in my Savior, my Lord, my Father God!  It was then that I got up from sitting on the couch feeling discouraged and went to my computer to read  Our Daily Bread.   I know God was trying to get my attention because what I read was exactly what I needed for what I was feeling at the time.  It mentioned that even though we go through difficult times in life God is always there holding our hand, He is always right beside us and that the wicked does not prosper.  I just need to remember that just because there are so many bad things going on right now in the world, I don't need to worry or be afraid because as long as I am walking with God, in the end (our pastor said last Sunday) we win!  Thank you Father for making it possible to have everlasting life in paradise with You.   In Jesus mighty name, Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 73:23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 Nevertheless I am continually with You; You hold me by my right hand. 24 You will guide me with Your counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.  25 Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. 26 My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. 27 For indeed, those who are far from You shall perish; You have destroyed all those who desert You for harlotry. 28 But it is good for me to draw near to God; I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, That I may declare all Your works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-7991886894390636583?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7991886894390636583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=7991886894390636583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/7991886894390636583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/7991886894390636583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-hold-me-by-my-right-hand.html' title='You hold me by my right hand.'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-3377314616501113123</id><published>2008-11-24T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:59:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they keep on growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWXeBdTNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f4lytyPAwi4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402749963455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWXeBdTNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f4lytyPAwi4/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWMPjcilI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8utxZ1UWrt4/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402557100919378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWMPjcilI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8utxZ1UWrt4/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWFLCUF6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/W40LRUG_51o/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402435629127586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWFLCUF6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/W40LRUG_51o/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStV9oHjqKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Js4tNg75XpY/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402305996794018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStV9oHjqKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Js4tNg75XpY/s400/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVy3CPixI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3MsrOhw6raE/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402121022475026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVy3CPixI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3MsrOhw6raE/s400/scan0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few of my favorite photos of Thomas &amp;amp; Katelyn when they were younger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVqdsBrFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q8g9kgD95CE/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVXUhV1LI/AAAAAAAAATs/tyBKWMviG38/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401647901201586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVXUhV1LI/AAAAAAAAATs/tyBKWMviG38/s400/scan0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVINQPmUI/AAAAAAAAATk/q-pTJLjr5PI/s1600-h/scan0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401388252404034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStVINQPmUI/AAAAAAAAATk/q-pTJLjr5PI/s400/scan0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStU9Ry4IgI/AAAAAAAAATc/sZTFNszJxfg/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401200492847618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStU9Ry4IgI/AAAAAAAAATc/sZTFNszJxfg/s400/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStQ8wBlLiI/AAAAAAAAARk/4iw_TrpMvaM/s1600-h/thomas+%26+Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396793381203490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStQ8wBlLiI/AAAAAAAAARk/4iw_TrpMvaM/s400/thomas+%26+Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day I received an email from my mother in law about Thomas and Katelyn. She commented on how grown up the kids look from some photos I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;previously&lt;/span&gt; sent her. She also commented that they are big 8 1/2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; now. That's when it hit me! Oh my I am thinking to myself that means they will be 9 in almost 6 months. How could this be, where have the years gone. It just seems like yesterday they were so tiny only weighing a little over 4 pounds that they fit in the palms of my hands and now I can barely pick them up anymore. They used to be so dependent on Robert and I for everything. From changing their diapers, to feeding them, rocking them to sleep and calming them down when they cried. Now it almost seems like they know more than us ( like that show Are You Smarter Than a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Grader). I remember when they were babies I thought I would be changing diapers forever, especially with twins. Now I would go back in a heartbeat......yes in a way I miss those diapers. Well we can 't stop them from growing, so as they grow we just do all we can to guide them and direct them in the way of the Lord. We need to pray for them continuously and make sure we are being the parents God called us to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Pro&amp;amp;c=22&amp;amp;v=6&amp;amp;t=NKJV#6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro 22:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-3377314616501113123?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3377314616501113123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=3377314616501113123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3377314616501113123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/3377314616501113123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-they-keep-on-growing.html' title='And they keep on growing'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SStWXeBdTNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f4lytyPAwi4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-7756306971097394051</id><published>2008-11-22T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:15:13.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"but I chose you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;John 15:9-17&lt;br /&gt;9 “As the Father loved Me, I also have loved you; abide in My love. 10 If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love, just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love. 11 “These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. 12 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. 14 You are My friends if you do whatever I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you. 17 These things I command you, that you love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, every time I read this I think to myself how blessed am I that God chose me. Why me I am not anybody special, I didn’t even grow up as a Christian. 1996 was the year, the year that I accepted the Lord in my life and I knew there was no turning back. He filled me so much that as I type this tears are falling down my face. I was so on fire for Him. All I wanted to do was please Him and serve Him. I really want to be on fire again. Somewhere in the last 8 years I lost that fire. I think it’s because I am trying to be a mom, wife and housekeeper first. What I need to do is get back to that place like I was in 1996. I need to put Him first all the time, every day. I know if I do this I will be on fire again. Even though I thought I was no one special back then, I do know now that He thinks I am special and all He wants is to spend intimate time with me. That's all He wants from all of us!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SShUOUCUH6I/AAAAAAAAARc/8ZdnhIpTiEg/s1600-h/007_22A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SShUOUCUH6I/AAAAAAAAARc/8ZdnhIpTiEg/s1600-h/007_22A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271555968710483874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SShUOUCUH6I/AAAAAAAAARc/8ZdnhIpTiEg/s400/007_22A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This where I accepted the Lord , 2 years before we were married. This week it has been 12 years since the day I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior. I will never forget it because it was a Wednesday night service and the eve of Thanksgiving. It was an awesome service there was a husband and wife that did their ministry about the Potter and the clay. This is when my heart started to beat so fast and I just felt Gods presence surround me. I could not deny Him no more, I fell to my knees and accepted the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SShSyv6RntI/AAAAAAAAARU/qow9Eg_veGc/s1600-h/266071117_kYQpP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-7756306971097394051?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7756306971097394051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=7756306971097394051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/7756306971097394051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/7756306971097394051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-i-chose-you.html' title='&quot;but I chose you&quot;'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SShUOUCUH6I/AAAAAAAAARc/8ZdnhIpTiEg/s72-c/007_22A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-5337315187098028156</id><published>2008-11-21T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:43:18.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdHWw-dV2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/h71xVR-H12g/s1600-h/IMG_2273_11_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271260345290020706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdHWw-dV2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/h71xVR-H12g/s400/IMG_2273_11_1_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdG_VROiKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PCPq3infIC4/s1600-h/IMG_2277_15_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271259942715558050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdG_VROiKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PCPq3infIC4/s400/IMG_2277_15_1_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Last night Thomas &amp;amp; Katelyn had their very first music recital. It was such a special night, the kids looked dashing and their tummies were filled with butterflies. They practiced many hours this past week to make sure they didn't make a mistake. Poor Katelyn kept on asking me "mom what happens if I mess up on stage, do you think anyone has ever messed up before?" I explained to her that we all mess up once in awhile and as long as she goes up there and plays for God then that's all that matters. Well I am happy to say both Thomas and Katelyn sounded great no mess up. Kristin (the kids teacher) does such a great job teaching them and all her students that everyone sounded so great. As I watched Thomas &amp;amp; Katelyn on stage I got such an overwhelming feeling of joy. The two kids I see up there were like to big beautiful gifts, precious gifts from God that is. I just feel so blessed that God chose me to be their mom. I just hope that I always remember this moment so the next time I feel like I am about to lose my patience I can come back to this moment. God entrusted Thomas and Katelyn to me and I just hope and pray that I can be the mom they deserve and that when they see me that they will see a mom who loves and wants to serve Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Psa 127:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdFucdNPMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WLMTw3Ig6Ao/s1600-h/IMG_2280_18_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271258553075449026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdFucdNPMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WLMTw3Ig6Ao/s400/IMG_2280_18_1_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note I also have to share the experience I had finding the outfits Thomas and Katelyn were going to where for this special occasion. Well as I'm sure everybody can understand I had to make sure I was going to buy something on sale and get something that they can wear more than one time. I really wanted to get Thomas a cute little suit but Robert and I looked at the prices which were not that bad $45.00-$65.00 for a suit, but we couldn't spend that much on something he would only wear more than maybe 2 times. As we were looking in the mall we ran across $10.00 &amp;amp; under clearance sign in sears. There hanging was this 4 piece outfit which included pants, shirt, vest &amp;amp; tie, I grabbed it right away being it was the only one. I tried it on Thomas and my eyes lit up as I was looking at my handsome boy. This outfit was a perfect fit and the price was unbeatable. Now I have a much different story when it comes to Katelyn. I wanted to get her something that she could wear for the recital, Christmas &amp;amp; the father daughter dance, that way she would get use out of what ever I buy. Every dress I looked at for her either had to be dry cleaned or hand washed &amp;amp; hung to dry. As a mom if it can't be thrown in the wash &amp;amp; dryer I am not buying it. Well I went to Fred Meyer &amp;amp; found a dress cute white &amp;amp; black velvet, machine washable. I bought it even though it wasn't my favorite. Brought it home, washed it, pulled it our of the dryer to find the black velvet ran all over the white so I took it back to the store. I then bought another dress from Freddies it had sequins all over, but it did say it can go in the wash. I washed it like it said and the sequins came off. This dress was then returned. Then I remembered there was a dress at Macys that I was not to fond of but it was 25.00 on sale about the same price as the other dresses and it could go in the washer. I brought it home and saw that there was a tear in the seam that I did not have time to sew so I had to go back to Macys. At this point I am thinking to myself it is just not meant to be for her to get a new dress especially with the recital being a day away. I just couldn't believe how delicate the last three dresses were. Then as I was passing by the dresses at Macy's I saw the most beautiful dress hanging up high and thought I bet that dress can't go in the wash, but I asked the sales clerk if she could get the dress down for me and what do you know it can go in the washer &amp;amp; dryer. I tried it on Katelyn &amp;amp; I got that same feeling that I got when I saw Thomas try on his suit except I was looking at how beautiful my daughter is. Uh oh......then I looked at the tag $66.00 I couldn't spend that much on something she will wear a few times. The sales clerk told me it was 60% off plus I had a $10.00 off coupon on top of that. This most beautiful dress which turned out to be the best of the rest came to only $16.00. Wow thank you God. I felt my hope was lost but God had this dress waiting for me. I love how God works, even in the smallest things I still see &amp;amp; know with all my heart Gods plans are greater than mine. I love you so much Father God. You are always opening my eyes even when it comes down to a dress for my daughter. Thank you God for your perfect timing, your perfect plan, your perfect way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936127580695834863-5337315187098028156?l=hohesharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5337315187098028156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936127580695834863&amp;postID=5337315187098028156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/5337315187098028156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936127580695834863/posts/default/5337315187098028156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hohesharvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Simply Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733812129530209412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/STMcA97pNkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DY9urD7RG1s/S220/IMG_2369_27_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xys9ERhnnVU/SSdHWw-dV2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/h71xVR-H12g/s72-c/IMG_2273_11_1_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936127580695834863.post-2551456147166290037</id><published>2008-11-20T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:14:53.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here it is my first blog,  my first post.  What to type about, I am not exactly sure but after reading other blogs I have been deeply moved and blessed.  So I am hoping that God can use this to bless others as others have blessed me.  I think this is a neat way to share testimonies, our thoughts and feelings, lessons we have learned, special moments but most of all Gods Word and what our Heavenly Father is doing in each of our lives.  When it comes down to it we are here for only one reason and it is to be His servants.  My hope and prayer is that this blog will be about God and what He is doing in my life and that it will Glorify Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the sharing of your faith may become effective by the acknowledgment of every good thing which is in you in Christ Jesus.  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