<?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-2098858202647880110</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:56:09.857-08:00</updated><category term='hummingbird'/><category term='hummingbird birth'/><category term='John McNaughton Fine Art Painting'/><category term='natural birth of a hummingbird'/><category term='One Nation Under God'/><category term='Laminin'/><title type='text'>This is what I'm talking about!</title><subtitle type='html'>The Yahweh Sisters is a "sisterhood" formed by women to encourage laughter,love, caring and sharing. You may share your thoughts with others around the world. It might be something your mother told you, a special word, prayer request or experience. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-7087025829158428609?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7087025829158428609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=7087025829158428609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/7087025829158428609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/7087025829158428609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-send-man-to-grocery-store.html' title='Don&apos;t Send a Man to the Grocery Store'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/S0gaW4ACloI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MVvElTL7el4/s72-c/Jeanne+Robertson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-4938644763922405652</id><published>2010-01-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:41:14.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Nation Under God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John McNaughton Fine Art Painting'/><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/S0gWpPVqHGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JsIyxcUDJRQ/s1600-h/One+Nation+Under+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/S0gWpPVqHGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JsIyxcUDJRQ/s200/One+Nation+Under+God.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424610648915582050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VUo8OuFaiI&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;One Nation Under God You Tube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-4938644763922405652?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4938644763922405652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=4938644763922405652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8797769994453798354</id><published>2009-07-20T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:22:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o35abuR_oLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o35abuR_oLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/2098858202647880110-8797769994453798354?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8797769994453798354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=8797769994453798354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8797769994453798354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8797769994453798354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2009/07/mission-soundtrack.html' title='The Mission Soundtrack'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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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/2098858202647880110-2600752035206614096?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2600752035206614096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=2600752035206614096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/2600752035206614096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/2600752035206614096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-10-minute-break-with-me.html' title='Take a 10 Minute Break with Me'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-6869195706471246411</id><published>2009-03-01T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:32:44.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coal Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Coal Basket Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of  Kentucky with his young grandson.  Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible.  His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house.  The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water.  You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all.  The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.  Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So you think it is useless?" the old man said.  "Look at the basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different.    Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible.  You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out."  That is the work of God in our lives, to change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-6869195706471246411?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6869195706471246411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=6869195706471246411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6869195706471246411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6869195706471246411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2009/03/coal-basket.html' title='The Coal Basket'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8163400183639885189</id><published>2009-02-06T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:26:31.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Generations of Her Hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SYxWW7lY8aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ep_uN4gMs44/s1600-h/Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SYxWW7lY8aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ep_uN4gMs44/s320/Hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299705813459857826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRANDMA'S HANDS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma smiled and related this story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn daughter. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hands are hurt or are sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel &lt;strong&gt;His hands &lt;/strong&gt;upon my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. 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font-family:Verdana; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Wisdom Calls Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt; Do you hear Lady Wisdom calling? Can you hear Madame Insight raising her voice?&lt;br/&gt;She's taken her stand at First and Main, &lt;br/&gt;   at the busiest intersection.&lt;br/&gt;Right in the city square &lt;br/&gt;   where the traffic is thickest, she shouts,&lt;br/&gt;"You—I'm talking to all of you, &lt;br/&gt;   everyone out here on the streets!&lt;br/&gt;Listen, you idiots—learn good sense! &lt;br/&gt;   You blockheads—shape up!&lt;br/&gt;Don't miss a word of this—I'm telling you how to live well, &lt;br/&gt;   I'm telling you how to live at your best.&lt;br/&gt;My mouth chews and savors and relishes truth— &lt;br/&gt;   I can't stand the taste of evil!&lt;br/&gt;You'll only hear true and right words from my mouth; &lt;br/&gt;   not one syllable will be twisted or skewed.&lt;br/&gt;You'll recognize this as true—you with open minds; &lt;br/&gt;   truth-ready minds will see it at once.&lt;br/&gt;Prefer my life-disciplines over chasing after money, &lt;br/&gt;   and God-knowledge over a lucrative career.&lt;br/&gt;For Wisdom is better than all the trappings of wealth; &lt;br/&gt;   nothing you could wish for holds a candle to her. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt; "I am Lady Wisdom, and I live next to Sanity; &lt;br/&gt;   Knowledge and Discretion live just down the street.&lt;br/&gt;The Fear-of-God means hating Evil, &lt;br/&gt;   whose ways I hate with a passion— &lt;br/&gt;   pride and arrogance and crooked talk.&lt;br/&gt;Good counsel and common sense are my characteristics; &lt;br/&gt;   I am both Insight and the Virtue to live it out.&lt;br/&gt;With my help, leaders rule, &lt;br/&gt;   and lawmakers legislate fairly;&lt;br/&gt;With my help, governors govern, &lt;br/&gt;   along with all in legitimate authority.&lt;br/&gt;I love those who love me; &lt;br/&gt;   those who look for me find me.&lt;br/&gt;Wealth and Glory accompany me— &lt;br/&gt;   also substantial Honor and a Good Name.&lt;br/&gt;My benefits are worth more than a big salary, even a very big salary; &lt;br/&gt;   the returns on me exceed any imaginable bonus.&lt;br/&gt;You can find me on Righteous Road—that's where I walk— &lt;br/&gt;   at the intersection of Justice Avenue,&lt;br/&gt;Handing out life to those who love me, &lt;br/&gt;   filling their arms with life—armloads of life! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22-31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt; "God sovereignly made me—the first, the basic— &lt;br/&gt;   before he did anything else.&lt;br/&gt;I was brought into being a long time ago, &lt;br/&gt;   well before Earth got its start.&lt;br/&gt;I arrived on the scene before Ocean, &lt;br/&gt;   yes, even before Springs and Rivers and Lakes.&lt;br/&gt;Before Mountains were sculpted and Hills took shape, &lt;br/&gt;   I was already there, newborn;&lt;br/&gt;Long before God stretched out Earth's Horizons, &lt;br/&gt;   and tended to the minute details of Soil and Weather,&lt;br/&gt;And set Sky firmly in place, &lt;br/&gt;   I was there.&lt;br/&gt;When he mapped and gave borders to wild Ocean, &lt;br/&gt;   built the vast vault of Heaven, &lt;br/&gt;   and installed the fountains that fed Ocean,&lt;br/&gt;When he drew a boundary for Sea, &lt;br/&gt;   posted a sign that said no trespassing,&lt;br/&gt;And then staked out Earth's Foundations, &lt;br/&gt;   I was right there with him, making sure everything fit.&lt;br/&gt;Day after day I was there, with my joyful applause, &lt;br/&gt;   always enjoying his company,&lt;br/&gt;Delighted with the world of things and creatures, &lt;br/&gt;   happily celebrating the human family. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32-36&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt; "So, my dear friends, listen carefully; &lt;br/&gt;   those who embrace these my ways are most blessed.&lt;br/&gt;Mark a life of discipline and live wisely; &lt;br/&gt;   don't squander your precious life.&lt;br/&gt;Blessed the man, blessed the woman, who listens to me, &lt;br/&gt;   awake and ready for me each morning, &lt;br/&gt;   alert and responsive as I start my day's work.&lt;br/&gt;When you find me, you find life, real life, &lt;br/&gt;   to say nothing of God's good pleasure.&lt;br/&gt;But if you wrong me, you damage your very soul; &lt;br/&gt;   when you reject me, you're flirting with death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-5149165236389651215?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5149165236389651215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=5149165236389651215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5149165236389651215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5149165236389651215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-wisdom-cries-out.html' title='Lady Wisdom Cries Out'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-3927187000818394388</id><published>2008-10-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:46:31.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed Sowers Series Does It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SPqthRUPUwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fUf2OPsIb0I/s1600-h/WUD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNqZZQMV6qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RSg8z1BiW58/s320/Ben+Stein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My confession:&lt;/strong&gt; I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too... But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her '&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;could God let something like this happen?&lt;/em&gt;' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, &lt;em&gt;'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of recent events... Terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK. Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they Don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.' Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing yet? Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on Your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they Will think of you for sending it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... No one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Stein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-1303301390527905351?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1303301390527905351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=1303301390527905351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/1303301390527905351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/1303301390527905351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/following-was-written-by-ben-stein-and.html' title='This is what I&apos;m talking about!'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNqZZQMV6qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RSg8z1BiW58/s72-c/Ben+Stein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8791840327916259937</id><published>2008-09-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:14:31.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins Blowing Rings</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Humans blow smoke rings but dolphins have a much healthier habit. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; The attached video is of dolphins playing with rings which they have &amp;gt;&amp;gt; the ability to make under water to play with. It isn’t known how they &amp;gt;&amp;gt; learn this, or if it’s an inbred ability. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; As if by magic the dolphin does a quick flip of its head and a silver &amp;gt;&amp;gt; ring appears in front of its pointed beak. The ring is a solid, donut &amp;gt;&amp;gt; shaped bubble about 2-ft across, yet it doesn’t rise to the surface &amp;gt;&amp;gt; of the water! It stands upright in the water like a magic doorway to &amp;gt;&amp;gt; an unseen dimension. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; The dolphin then pulls a small silver donut from the larger one. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Looking at the twisting ring for one last time a bite is taken from &amp;gt;&amp;gt; it, causing the small ring to collapse into a thousands of tiny &amp;gt;&amp;gt; bubbles which head upward towards the water’s surface. After a few &amp;gt;&amp;gt; moments the dolphin creates another ring to play with. There also &amp;gt;&amp;gt; seems to be a separate mechanism for producing small rings, which a &amp;gt;&amp;gt; dolphin can accomplish by a quick flip of its head. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; An explanation of how dolphins make these silver rings is that they &amp;gt;&amp;gt; are”air-core vortex rings”. Invisible, spinning vortices in the water &amp;gt;&amp;gt; are generated from the tip of a dolphin’s dorsal fin when it is &amp;gt;&amp;gt; moving rapidly and turning. When dolphins break the line, the ends &amp;gt;&amp;gt; are drawn together into a closed ring. The higher velocity fluid &amp;gt;&amp;gt; around the core of the vortex is at a lower pressure than the fluid &amp;gt;&amp;gt; circulating farther away. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Air is &amp;gt;&amp;gt; injected into the rings via bubbles released from the dolphin’s &amp;gt;&amp;gt; blowhole. 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border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 1029px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s352.photobucket.com/albums/r338/marleneh543/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i352.photobucket.com/albums/r338/marleneh543/HPIM0246-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2098858202647880110-4831209897911928496?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4831209897911928496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=4831209897911928496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/4831209897911928496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/4831209897911928496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/cartoon-of-girls-yahweh-sisters.html' title='Cartoon of the girls - Yahweh Sisters'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8726412411124025889</id><published>2008-09-17T17:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:34:42.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out of The Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGiBYGLy9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lEB_mSqdcdo/s1600-h/Get+out+of+the+Car!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGiBYGLy9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lEB_mSqdcdo/s320/Get+out+of+the+Car!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247153185395297234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-8726412411124025889?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8726412411124025889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=8726412411124025889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8726412411124025889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8726412411124025889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-out-of-car.html' title='Get Out of The Car!'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGiBYGLy9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lEB_mSqdcdo/s72-c/Get+out+of+the+Car!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-5267361196593655666</id><published>2008-09-17T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:48:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Write in Presidential Candidate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGhBIxmPqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NnFbOhUX5eY/s1600-h/Bill+Cosby+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGhBIxmPqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NnFbOhUX5eY/s320/Bill+Cosby+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247152081770790562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME A WRITE-IN CANDIDATE. HERE IS MY PLATFORM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) 'Press 1 for English' every other language is immediately banned. English is the official language; speak it or wait at the border until you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) We will immediately go into a two year isolationist posture to  straighten out the country's attitude. NO imports, no exports. &lt;br /&gt;We will use the 'Wal-Mart's policy, 'If we ain't got it, you don't need it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) When imports are allowed, there will be a 100% import tax on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) All retired military personnel will be required to man one of our many observation towers on the southern border. (six month tour) They will be under strict orders not to fire on SOUTHBOUND aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Social security will immediately return to its original state.  If you didn't put nuttin in, you ain't gettin nuttin out. The president nor any other politician will not be able to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Welfare - Checks will be handed out on Fridays at the end of the 40 hour school week and the successful completion of urinalysis and a passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Professional Athletes --Steroids - The FIRST time you check positive you're banned for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Crime - We will adopt the Turkish method, the first time you steal, you lose your right hand. There is no more life sentences.  If convicted, you will be put to death by the same method you chose for your victim; gun, knife, strangulation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) One export will be allowed; Wheat, The world needs to eat. A bushel of wheat will be the exact price of a barrel of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) All foreign aid using American taxpayer money will immediately cease, and the saved money will pay off the national debt and ultimately lower taxes. When disasters occur around the world, we'll ask the American people if they want to donate to a disaster fund, and each citizen can make the decision whether it's a worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) The Pledge of Allegiance will be said every day at school and every day in Congress. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(12) The National Anthem will be played at all appropriate ceremonies, sporting events, outings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I stepped on anyone's toes but a vote for me will get you better than what you have, and better than what you're gonna get.  Thanks for listening, and remember to write in my name on the ballot in November.&lt;br /&gt;                God Bless America !!!!!!!!!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGhHUxDe9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/WUeQeklbfeQ/s1600-h/Bill+Cosby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGhHUxDe9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/WUeQeklbfeQ/s320/Bill+Cosby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247152188068953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Bill Cosby!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-5267361196593655666?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5267361196593655666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=5267361196593655666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5267361196593655666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5267361196593655666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-decided-to-become-write-in.html' title='New Write in Presidential Candidate'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGhBIxmPqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NnFbOhUX5eY/s72-c/Bill+Cosby+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8854465757994885190</id><published>2008-09-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:22:40.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony from Deb Boutwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGcpGyUAZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hI3XEgNPJ5g/s1600-h/Deb+Boutwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGcpGyUAZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hI3XEgNPJ5g/s320/Deb+Boutwell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247147270873547154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is not Mad AT you~ He's Mad About You!"Share&lt;br /&gt;Today at 1:31am&lt;br /&gt;The preacher said, “God is not Mad at you~ He’s MAD ABOUT YOU!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get this out of my head, after hearing it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? Really in love? Crazy, madly, passionately in love with someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first awesome and maddening love experience was years ago when I feel "head over heels" in love with Jesus, when he saved my sin sick soul! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I have been so blessed to have experienced that wonderful "man &amp; woman" in true maddening kind of passionate love~ and I really do still feel that way about my husband, sometimes! PTL! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I had children, WOW! I have never ben the same and I have always been madly in love with my children! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now less than 4 weeks ago, I experienced it again, with the birth of my first granddaughter! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up viewing God as a Holy, untouchable, to be feared kind of God, that was always shaking his head at me (in disappointment and even disgust) as he kept marking big checks and lists beside my name! Keeping a tally of all the sinful thoughts and deeds I was guilty of- knowing always, that just like Grandma often said- "One day, God's gonna get 'cha for that!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of a time when I was on a weekend retreat away from my family, and I got up early one morning, and sneaked out of my Dorm to sit down by the river, to drink my coffee, and to meditate and pray in the stillness, before the business of the day started. I began praying for my family, and as I prayed for them all, I went through my list and got to my youngest daughter who was about 9 or 10 at the time, and I began to pray for my husband, and my son and my daughters teachers to all be kind to her, and to have patience with her, and to help her, in MY absence. And my prayer was along the lines, "Oh Father give her Your favor, because she is so misunderstood, by so many..." And as I sat there thinking thought about HER, and the kind of kid that she was, and of some of her antics, I couldn't help but to begin to shake my head (humorously) from side to side, and chuckled out loud, and said, "Oh Father, that kid~ I don't know what to do with her sometimes - She just cracks me up!" I sort of startled and surprised myself, sitting there in the quietness of the early dawn, by laughing aloud... and then I heard my Abba Father say so sweetly to me... "Yeah and that's exactly how I feel about YOU~ You crack me up too!!"&lt;br /&gt;WOW! My thoughts were totally halted! I was even silently speechless!!! &lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting there so overwhelmed by my Father’s love and affirmation. Filled with joy, free and relieved of all condemnation, feeling accepted and adored.~ And the biggest smile I ever felt, rose up from within me and planted it’s self on my face, and all I could do was chuckle, as My Father, chuckled with me, shaking his head from side to side~ as tears of joy flowed down my smiling face~ realizing - God wasn't Mad at me~ He was truly MAD about me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thrilled I was to only minutes later hear this scripture read to us in a Chapel service, the first time I had ever heard it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah 3:17 (Amplified Bible) The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult [to be extremely happy or joyful about something] over you with singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Abba Father, God... singing, rejoicing, maybe even dancing over me~ because he's Madly in love with ME! Isn't He Marvelous?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-8854465757994885190?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8854465757994885190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=8854465757994885190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8854465757994885190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8854465757994885190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/testimony-from-deb-boutwell.html' title='Testimony from Deb Boutwell'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SNGcpGyUAZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hI3XEgNPJ5g/s72-c/Deb+Boutwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-4974999123532507269</id><published>2008-09-11T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:49:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin for Vice President - You Decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMloG9Qk_pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KHoG1JIaXbo/s1600-h/Sara+Palin+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMloG9Qk_pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KHoG1JIaXbo/s320/Sara+Palin+Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244837709782253202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days before Gov. Palin was announced by John McCain as his choice for VP, she came before her pastor to be annointed and prayed over for service to God. She didn't tell the church what was going on....just that she needed their prayer support. During the mere days since the announcement, the pastor and the church have been bombarded with questions from the media. They are trying to get the word out to Christians all over the nation to pray for God's protection of Sarah Palin and of their church. They suspect that the treatment of Jeremiah Wright will pale in comparison to what is coming their way as a conservative Christian body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little Down's Syndrome baby of Todd and Sarah Palin was dedicated a few months ago, their statement to the congregation was "This little boy is my pro-life statement." According to David Pepper, Todd and Sarah are very strong in their faith in Jesus Christ and believe God has put them in this position to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's remember to pray for Gov. Palin and her family as they walk through this very trying time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-4974999123532507269?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4974999123532507269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=4974999123532507269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/4974999123532507269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/4974999123532507269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-for-vice-president-you.html' title='Sarah Palin for Vice President - You Decide!'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMloG9Qk_pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KHoG1JIaXbo/s72-c/Sara+Palin+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-9222041025613959155</id><published>2008-09-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:44:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAH PALIN'S SECURITY CLEARANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMlmxcweP8I/AAAAAAAAANo/kdrQe31EFSo/s1600-h/Sarah+Palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMlmxcweP8I/AAAAAAAAANo/kdrQe31EFSo/s320/Sarah+Palin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244836240768778178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you dismiss the fact that Sarah Palin is Commander of the&lt;br /&gt;Alaska National Guard, consider this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska is the first line of defense in our missile interceptor&lt;br /&gt;defense system. The 49th Missile Defense Battalion of the Alaska&lt;br /&gt;National Guard is the unit that protects the entire nation from&lt;br /&gt;ballistic missile attacks. It's on permanent active duty, unlike&lt;br /&gt;other Guard units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As governor of Alaska , Palin is briefed on highly classified&lt;br /&gt;military issues, homeland security, and counterterrorism. Her&lt;br /&gt;exposure to classified material may rival even Biden's and&lt;br /&gt;certainly by far exceeds Obama's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMlm9vlXsiI/AAAAAAAAANw/b_u4PgCtS2s/s1600-h/Sarah+Palin+Uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMlm9vlXsiI/AAAAAAAAANw/b_u4PgCtS2s/s320/Sarah+Palin+Uniform.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244836451980915234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's also the commander in chief of the Alaska State Defense&lt;br /&gt;Force (ASDF), a federally recognized militia incorporated into&lt;br /&gt;Homeland Security's counterterrorism plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin is privy to military and intelligence secrets that are vital to&lt;br /&gt;the entire country's defense. Given Alaska 's proximity to Russia ,&lt;br /&gt;she may have security clearances we don't even know about.&lt;br /&gt;According to the Washington Post, she first met with McCain in&lt;br /&gt;February, but nobody ever found out. This is a woman used to&lt;br /&gt;keeping secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be entrusted with our national security, because she&lt;br /&gt;already is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-9222041025613959155?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/9222041025613959155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=9222041025613959155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/9222041025613959155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/9222041025613959155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palins-security-clearance.html' title='SARAH PALIN&apos;S SECURITY CLEARANCE'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SMlmxcweP8I/AAAAAAAAANo/kdrQe31EFSo/s72-c/Sarah+Palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-2751975506794412678</id><published>2008-08-26T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:03:32.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Enough</title><content type='html'>Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, &lt;br /&gt;but why is this a forever good- bye?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am old and she lives so far away. I have&lt;br /&gt;challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough&lt;br /&gt;pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-2751975506794412678?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2751975506794412678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=2751975506794412678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/2751975506794412678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/2751975506794412678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-you-enough_26.html' title='I Wish You Enough'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-3098229415052872516</id><published>2008-08-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:33:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Suddenlies are Coming!</title><content type='html'>"Get Ready for SEPTEMBER - A SEASON of SUDDENLIES"&lt;br /&gt;By Dutch Sheets &lt;br /&gt;Aug 13, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for September! It is so huge on God's timetable that it will mark one of the greatest shifts in the spiritual realm that our generation has ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A season of suddenlies will begin.&lt;br /&gt;• The confusion and deception ruling America (including within the Church) will begin to lift.&lt;br /&gt;• The November elections will shift toward God's will.&lt;br /&gt;• The coming "great awakening" to America will go to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;• The "presence movement" will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Season of Suddenlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of divine "suddenlies" all of my life and have no doubt experienced a few. However, I have never been in what I would call "a season of suddenlies." I'm in one now! And this new season is about to break forth in a significant way for those who have allowed God to prepare them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already releasing this word when Chuck Pierce prophesied to me two weeks ago, "You will stand on the steps facing 'The Mall' (in Washington, D.C.) in September and decree: 'Suddenlies are coming!' Be prepared for I will begin to jar and to rearrange what needs to be rearranged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season will usher in many changes - get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and Deception Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of confusion and deception I have seen over America in the last two years both in the Church and without has been unlike anything I have ever witnessed. The level of it, especially in the Body of Christ, has truly been shocking to me. The list of areas in which it has manifested is broad: presidential candidate endorsements and prophecies, doctrinal error, relational breakups, disagreements over what is true and false revival, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this list a general weariness, complacency (one well-known leader told me he doesn't think it matters anymore who is elected president - so much for shifting the Supreme Court!), disillusionment, disorientation, etc. - and it all adds up to incredible confusion and deception. I believe it is all linked to our war in Iraq, which is ancient Babylon. Babylon means "confusion." It was not difficult for us to defeat Iraq's physical army, but the principality - the spirit of Babylon - has been another story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago, however, I heard the Holy Spirit say very clearly to me, "I'm about to unravel the cords of confusion." When I heard this I had the sense that it would begin in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 Chronicles 20, God used Israel's worship to "ambush" their enemies. The result was that these enemies destroyed one another! Expect the confusion to break off of the Church this fall and for God's enemies to be ambushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The November Elections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it has been troubling to listen to prominent Christian leaders endorse certain candidates and/or prophesy that it is God's will for those candidates to be president would be an understatement. Make no mistake about it, the turning of the Supreme Court and reversing the flow of death and anti-God laws that have flowed out of it is still God's number one governmental agenda for America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elect a pro-abortion candidate that would appoint pro-abortion judges would be disastrous and could set us back 50 years. It doesn't matter who prophesies or states otherwise - don't be deceived by this. It is NOT God's will for us to have a liberal, pro-abortion president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to one of the presidential candidates make a speech four years ago and heard one of the strongest abilities for deceiving and moving the masses that I've ever witnessed. The strength of this "gift" was very scary. I knew then he would be a candidate for president in '08. The good news is that the deception surrounding him will begin to break in September and the momentum of the elections will be decided at that time - if the Church prays. Please pray diligently and don't be taken in by charisma and empty promises of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch Sheets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-3098229415052872516?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3098229415052872516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=3098229415052872516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/3098229415052872516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/3098229415052872516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/08/gods-suddenlies-are-coming.html' title='God&apos;s Suddenlies are Coming!'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-6022658519746296435</id><published>2008-08-02T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:39:30.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural birth of a hummingbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbird birth'/><title type='text'>Birth of a Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SJTg6X0DhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6A0gDvT9Us/s1600-h/Hummingbird+Birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SJTg6X0DhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6A0gDvT9Us/s320/Hummingbird+Birth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230052360713373058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind the egg is smaller than a tic tac and a quarter fits the opening of the nest!  &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTH OF A HUMMINGBIRD This is truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to click on NEXT PAGE at the bottom of each page; there are 5&lt;br /&gt;pages in all. A lady found a hummingbird nest and got pictures all the way from the &lt;br /&gt;egg to leaving the nest. It took 24 days from birth to flight. Because you'll probably never in your lifetime see this again, enjoy; and please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Click on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/"&gt;http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-6022658519746296435?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6022658519746296435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=6022658519746296435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6022658519746296435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6022658519746296435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/08/birth-of-hummingbird.html' title='Birth of a Hummingbird'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SJTg6X0DhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6A0gDvT9Us/s72-c/Hummingbird+Birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-5586946901566595998</id><published>2008-05-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:56:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cinderella Syndrome - Protect Yourself from Spiritual Identity Theft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SDDkM2LHnsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h7bgA8pVYVg/s1600-h/Cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SDDkM2LHnsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h7bgA8pVYVg/s320/Cinderella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201908478964637378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:10&lt;em&gt; The thief comes to steal (take away by theft), kill, sacrifice, slaughter, immolate and destroy, render useless, powerless, bankrupt.  I AM (HE is all - king over all and everything in your life) come (making an appearance) that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jesus wants you to have an abundant life.  But, first you must realize it is there for your taking.  One of the first things a child learns is who his or her parents are. In order to know who you are spiritually you have to know who your heavenly father is.  He created you and the person He wants you to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Satan, God's adversary begins at a very early age trying to rob you of your spirtual identity.  He is a liar and the father of lies. You are who you are because of Jesus Christ and the devil can't mess with you unless you allow him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are God's princess.  You are set apart and designed especially by the hand of God.  He desires to give you the desires of your heart.  A lot of who you become is because of who you hang out with.  If you hang around Jesus enough you'll start to act like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) God will never withold His great love for us.  He loved us first so we don't owe Him anything.  He loved us freely and without it costing us anything.  Everyone is creted for a very special purpose.  People who lsoe their spiritual identities have been beaten and robbed and don't trust or believe they are who God has created them to be.  If you run to God when you are weak and talk with Him, the lies of the enemy will be dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Everything the enemy means for evil, God will turn around for His glory, if we will allow Him to become Lord over our lives.  When the time is right God will lift us up out of the miry clay.  In the story of Joseph, he went from his father's house to a pit his brothers put him in, then they sold him into slavery.  He became a leader in Potiphers house and the enemy tried to destroy him through Potiphers wife and he found himself wounded and in prison.  God then delivered him from the prison and set him in the palace at the Pharoah's right hand man.  Joseph is a type of Cinderella.  He suffered great loss as a child and young man, but God delivered him and brought his destiny to fruition no matter how many times the enemy tried to steal his identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The enemy will use anything and anyone to tell you that you are having the time of your life, while he is stealing the life out of your time.  Your only hope is making Jesus the "Life" in your time. Jesus said, I am come that you mights have "life" and that they might have it more abundantly.  If we aren't careful we can put our life and time into people, places and things that may look and sound good, but they are other's identities and when those things are gone, we are left feeling life we are gone with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why it is important to make Jesus the life in your time.  His Word says He will nver leave or forsake us.  He will always direct us back to the destiny He created for us.  He will always show us the way from the pit to the palace.  He will always have time for you and He will direct your path to the party He has prepared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we accept Christ as our Savior we become part of Him and we also become joint heirs with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 15:27 ....&lt;em&gt;Lord yet the dogs (little dog) eat (devour, consume) of the crumbs which fall (to descend from a higher place to a lower) from the Master's table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman knew who she was talking to.  He was her Master, her Savior, her life in her time, her life in her life and the answer to her problems. She knew that He was the one who knew her because she recognized Him as the one who was the Bread of Life.  She knew if she could get a crumb, the same life that was in the bread would be in the crumbs.  One little crumb would sustain her, just one little bit was all she needed for her to get her answer.  If He could touch her problem then He would heal her sick daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this woman accepted His love, his response was, &lt;em&gt;O woman, great is thy faith; be unto thee even as thou wilt. &lt;/em&gt; And her daughter was made whole from that very hour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both got their identities back.  They were both made whole that very hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this woman we can go from the pit to the palace in just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SDDq2mLHntI/AAAAAAAAACY/jGY1MI88jzo/s1600-h/cinderella+palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SDDq2mLHntI/AAAAAAAAACY/jGY1MI88jzo/s320/cinderella+palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915793293942482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For More Information on getting your identity back - email me at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshfirehealing@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-5586946901566595998?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5586946901566595998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=5586946901566595998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5586946901566595998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5586946901566595998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinderella-syndrome-protect-yourself.html' title='The Cinderella Syndrome - Protect Yourself from Spiritual Identity Theft'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SDDkM2LHnsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h7bgA8pVYVg/s72-c/Cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-5077832067065397256</id><published>2008-05-16T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:23:32.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laminin'/><title type='text'>All things hold together through HIM! Laminin</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=152b5103d741aca61093" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-5077832067065397256?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5077832067065397256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=5077832067065397256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5077832067065397256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/5077832067065397256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-things-hold-together-through-him.html' title='All things hold together through HIM! Laminin'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-6240401001067546240</id><published>2008-05-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:31:08.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daffodil Principle Worth Talkin' About!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZoW7i4HsI/AAAAAAAAACI/OhKi-JrFyRA/s1600-h/Daffodils+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198957562996203202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZoW7i4HsI/AAAAAAAAACI/OhKi-JrFyRA/s320/Daffodils+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZoHri4HrI/AAAAAAAAACA/uzttfbH-_KM/s1600-h/Daffodils+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198957301003198130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZoHri4HrI/AAAAAAAAACA/uzttfbH-_KM/s320/Daffodils+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZn5ri4HqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UbFbt1dKT0g/s1600-h/Daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198957060485029538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZn5ri4HqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UbFbt1dKT0g/s320/Daffodils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Daffodil Principle' Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, 'Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.' I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead 'I will come next Tuesday', I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;'Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!'&lt;br /&gt;My daughter smiled calmly and said, 'We drive in this all the time, Mother.' 'Well, you won't get me ba ck on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!' I assured her.&lt;br /&gt;'But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks,' Carolyn said. 'I'll drive. I'm used to this.'&lt;br /&gt;'Carolyn,' I said sternly, 'Please turn around.' 'It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.'&lt;br /&gt;After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small ch urch. On the far side of the chur ch, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, ' Daffodil Garden .' We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter ye llow Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. 'Who did this?' I asked Carolyn. 'Just one woman,' Carolyn answered. 'She lives on the property. That's her home.' Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking', was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. '50,000 bulbs,' it read. The second answer was, 'One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.' The third answer was, 'Began in 1958' For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her da ffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It makes me sad in a way,' I admitted to Carolyn. 'What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!'&lt;br /&gt;My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. 'Start tomorrow,' she said. She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, 'How can I put this to use today?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting..... Until your car or home is paid off Until you get a new car or home Until your kids leave the house Until you go back to school Until you finish school Until you clean the house Until you organize the garage Until you clean off your desk Until you lose 10 lbs. Until you gain 10 lbs. Until you get married Until yo u get a divorce Until you have kids Until the kids go to school Until you retire Until summer&lt; /SPAN&gt; Until spring Until winter Until fall Until you die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt, and, Dance like no one's watching. Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special. I just did!&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/2098858202647880110-6240401001067546240?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6240401001067546240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=6240401001067546240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6240401001067546240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/6240401001067546240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/05/daffodil-principle-several-times-my.html' title='The Daffodil Principle Worth Talkin&apos; About!'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SCZoW7i4HsI/AAAAAAAAACI/OhKi-JrFyRA/s72-c/Daffodils+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-8088990357144722756</id><published>2008-04-11T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:10:41.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health for Yahoo Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HEALTH QUESTION &amp;amp; ANSWER SESSION&lt;/strong&gt; with Dr. Kenmiester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q:Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING! Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO! Cocoa beans! Another vegetable! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;And remember: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yahoo, What a Ride!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-8088990357144722756?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8088990357144722756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=8088990357144722756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8088990357144722756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/8088990357144722756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/04/health-for-yahoo-sisters.html' title='Health for Yahoo Sisters'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098858202647880110.post-1617177388941824119</id><published>2008-01-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:22:48.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Knows Best</title><content type='html'>Growing up I was a "Talker" and my mama would tell me, "If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all."  She knew this would keep me quiet ALOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama also told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up... How about your mama? What did she have to say to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098858202647880110-1617177388941824119?l=yahoosisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1617177388941824119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098858202647880110&amp;postID=1617177388941824119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/1617177388941824119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098858202647880110/posts/default/1617177388941824119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahoosisters.blogspot.com/2008/01/mama-knows-best.html' title='Mama Knows Best'/><author><name>Yahoo Sister Marlene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AEn8Ti-h4qE/SOwBQGKkMqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7hzBHkw2b0w/S220/Flowers.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
