<?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-2629502422667863567</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:12:23.506-08:00</updated><category term='The world around us'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Gods Faithfulness'/><category term='Take a Stand Tuesday'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Renewing the mind'/><category term='death'/><category term='The Home'/><category term='Falling for Jesus'/><category term='kid quotes'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='Tea time'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Mission Mondays'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Autumn Days'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Ladies Retreat'/><category term='At the Movies'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Good Friends'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Modesty'/><category term='auntie nina'/><category term='Frugality'/><category term='daybook'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Family Life'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Tree Farm'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Raw Food'/><category term='fine art'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='wondering wednesdays'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='My Testimony'/><category term='links'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Nutrition'/><category term='Good Books'/><category term='Just thinking'/><category term='The truth'/><category term='The Man'/><category term='promises'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Freida Hait Poems'/><category term='Conflict'/><category term='Devotions'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Summertime fun'/><category term='Memory Verses'/><title type='text'>The Santos Times</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of the Santos Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>495</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2528003468415328125</id><published>2012-01-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:22:33.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friends'/><title type='text'>A new friend</title><content type='html'>I wanted to introduce you to one of my new friends. &amp;nbsp;Here is the story of how we met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was sitting alone, the weight on my shoulders making it hard to even lift my head. &amp;nbsp;Where did this weight come from and why was I carrying it? &amp;nbsp;I know the scriptures. &amp;nbsp;Cast all your cares upon me for I care for you. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call themselves Christians, yet they attack me, berate me, condemn me with lies. &amp;nbsp;Others, they don't claim Christ, but they know I do, attack me, berate me, condemn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my wounds, bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bruises throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Lord? &amp;nbsp;How long will I live among these difficult people? &amp;nbsp;Am I in sin? &amp;nbsp;Is what they say true? Is it all my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I click to the website. &amp;nbsp;Somehow I click on the message. Somehow the Lord brings into my life a friend who speaks words of comfort and truth. &amp;nbsp;Through him (God loves to use his people) I knew to lay down my burden and the sin which so easily entangles to run with patience the race that is set before me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if the dull grey of the Santos Cottage turned into a bright meadow. &amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the sun was shining, and my confusion was turned to clarity. &amp;nbsp;Peace and Grace...Grace and Peace...strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austin-sparks.net/english/000418.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sermon called "Titles of the Risen Lord" by my new friend, &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;T. Austin Sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audio.austin-sparks.net/TAS0333.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Audio link to the same Sermon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by my new friend, &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;T. Austin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, like me are searching for the truth, here is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now this so much explains, does it not, the very title of the Holy Spirit that Jesus gave Him: “When He, the Spirit of Truth, is come” [John 16:13]. &amp;nbsp;“The Spirit of Truth” – the Holy Spirit is THAT! &amp;nbsp;He is exact! &amp;nbsp;He is particular! &amp;nbsp;He sees through everything. &amp;nbsp;And if you and I walk in the Spirit, we shall be very true. &amp;nbsp;We shall be very real. &amp;nbsp;There would be nothing that is doubtful and false about us. &amp;nbsp;We shall be checked up on everything: upon maybe an exaggeration – maybe an exaggeration, it may be a pretence, a make-believe, anything that is not true, that is false, the Holy Spirit will check us up on that – not because He delights to bring us into judgment, but simply because it is so very important for the building of that which is going to stand, abide, and go through, and go right through to the end, and come out triumphant at the end. &amp;nbsp;It is so important that right from the foundation the thing should be true. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Lord will take us down, take us down, take us down, all to pieces, and bring us right down to the bottom in order to begin with what is true if there’s a superstructure that is unsafe because it is mixed or because it is not true. &amp;nbsp;And we ought to be thankful to the Lord that He does that. &amp;nbsp;I am sure we would say: “Lord, let there be no falsehood in my position, no untruth in what I profess. &amp;nbsp;There should be nothing that is not absolutely real in what people think about me.” &amp;nbsp;It’s very important. &amp;nbsp;You see, the Lord Jesus stands as He does, and as He may, to judge, and to be the Measure because He is the true Witness – the true Witness. &amp;nbsp;That is, He is the embodiment of the Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that is a sombre word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s a searching word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not perhaps a very inspiring and uplifting word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;But, you see, after all, this is a title of the Risen Lord – a title of the Risen Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did God raise Him from the dead?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why could He be raised from the dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;God won’t raise a lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;God will never even resuscitate a falsehood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;He was raised because He was the true Witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;He had in His Own Person borne a true testimony to His Father, and to the thoughts of His Father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s a matter of life whether there’s truth, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Life can never go alongside of anything that’s not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Life demands the Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-2528003468415328125?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2528003468415328125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2528003468415328125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2528003468415328125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2528003468415328125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-friend.html' title='A new friend'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6281920960403050259</id><published>2012-01-23T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:12:48.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Dear Lovies,</title><content type='html'>You are growing up so fast! I miss your chubby cheeks and baby talk. &amp;nbsp;Those cute and fat days will never return. I have seen that Time flies away quickly, &amp;nbsp;so, before it is gone, I wanted to write to you that you would know my heart. &amp;nbsp;I want to talk to you about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you, Noah, playing with "the gang" after violin class. &amp;nbsp;I love the way you all run to get your toy pistols and dive into the 'Wild West' with all its pretend glory and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia, I have seen the girls around you suddenly become young ladies. &amp;nbsp;One day they are content to climb trees and play dress up, and the next day it is make-up and "boy" talk. You are soon coming into a time of transition in your life with lots of choices to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Naomi. Sophia and Noah have been your true friends and playmates since you were born. &amp;nbsp;But now, they are making other friends. &amp;nbsp;You may feel left out. &amp;nbsp;Or, as I've watched you, you may just be friendly and get along fine with new playmates. You are so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much richer and enjoyable with friends. Isn't it fun when we invite them over to spend the day or evening? &amp;nbsp;Don't you love it when we have picnics or hikes together? &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine life without friends and it is my hope that you make good friends that will stick by you through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a friend that loveth at all times, a brother born for adversity. (prov 17:17) See, you will soon find out that no matter how wonderful your friends are, they will &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; love you at all times. &amp;nbsp;Even your own siblings won't love you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that in the day of adversity, your friends may leave you. &amp;nbsp;Your problems could be too much for them. &amp;nbsp;It may even be that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; adversity ends your&amp;nbsp;friendship. &amp;nbsp;They might think you can't understand their pain or suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? WHAT a friend we have in JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know this wonderful friend, the one that will never leave you. &amp;nbsp;I have already introduced you to Him. But I want you to know him personally. &amp;nbsp;How sad I would be to know that all you knew about Jesus was "My mom knows Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know him &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt;, to be intimate with Him. &amp;nbsp;Go to His house. &amp;nbsp;Invite Him to be with you. &amp;nbsp;Spend time with Him, eat with Him, drink with Him. &amp;nbsp;Find out all the things he loves and hates. &amp;nbsp;When He wants to do something with you, do it. &amp;nbsp;When you want to do something, ask Him about it. &amp;nbsp;Whatever He tells you, believe Him. &amp;nbsp;He will always be on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with Him. Talk with Him. Look for Him when you wake up and make Him the last person you talk to every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you will know what I know. &amp;nbsp;You won't just believe it because I am telling you. &amp;nbsp;You will know in Jesus are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. &amp;nbsp;How exciting! You will also know that in him dwells all the fulness of the Godhead bodily. &amp;nbsp;What an amazing thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, my dear children, as you grow and make friends. &amp;nbsp;Please remember, there is only one Person you can count on. &amp;nbsp;Only one. &amp;nbsp;Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With all the love in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-6281920960403050259?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6281920960403050259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=6281920960403050259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6281920960403050259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6281920960403050259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-lovies.html' title='Dear Lovies,'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5077530035237895944</id><published>2012-01-19T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:43:12.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Sleds and Tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei7-Ler98XA/Txh72FJS_6I/AAAAAAAACyg/MoZyDiP27jY/s1600/snowdays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei7-Ler98XA/Txh72FJS_6I/AAAAAAAACyg/MoZyDiP27jY/s320/snowdays.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same old Jasmine Tea. But I made a pot of hot chocolate for the children and Mr. Santos&lt;br /&gt;(who is home again due to ice and snow.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Content&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also, a little sore. I used my elbow to stop from crashing into a tree this morning (sledding). &lt;br /&gt;Ouch, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment. &amp;nbsp;It is all we have, this moment. &amp;nbsp;Life is so fleeting. &amp;nbsp;Have you considered the consequences of that reality? &amp;nbsp;Am I doing what I should (what The Lord wants) in this moment that He has given me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about this I forgive. &amp;nbsp;I smile more. &amp;nbsp;I soften my tone. &amp;nbsp;I put everything in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. &amp;nbsp;John 16:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had tribulation in the past. &amp;nbsp;More may be coming. But right now, I am safe, well-fed, warm, and healthy. &amp;nbsp;I will use this time to be THANKFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;What I did this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dbddb9b5fff7328d" 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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbddb9b5fff7328d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330136376%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C544C3A6B441BA2958CB792E5812AF32985C5CF.27D2F062669B1F757B1A201CDC25F499DCDF33F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbddb9b5fff7328d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnt9awNN6ufa1EI4OdP7Z0XbmQ_k&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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbddb9b5fff7328d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330136376%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C544C3A6B441BA2958CB792E5812AF32985C5CF.27D2F062669B1F757B1A201CDC25F499DCDF33F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbddb9b5fff7328d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnt9awNN6ufa1EI4OdP7Z0XbmQ_k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you were here! &amp;nbsp;We could go down the hill &lt;b&gt;together.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Afterwards, I would serve you a thick slice of pumpkin spice cake with a nice cup of (what else?) Jasmine Tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God bless you good today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5077530035237895944?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5077530035237895944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5077530035237895944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5077530035237895944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5077530035237895944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleds-and-tea.html' title='Sleds and Tea!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei7-Ler98XA/Txh72FJS_6I/AAAAAAAACyg/MoZyDiP27jY/s72-c/snowdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7702978962174531807</id><published>2012-01-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:48:48.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wondering Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Santos home for a "snow day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Hours making snow forts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(mother watching from the warmth of the cottage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sledding, sledding and sledding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Dripping wet snow suits hanging over the tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Wet mittened hands around mugs of &amp;nbsp;hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Oatmeal cookies made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;School work done quickly and without enthusiasm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(only to get out to the sledding hill again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Chapters read from Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Old westerns watched with Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(the good guys won)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Mashed potatoes and gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Smoke filled kitchen from &lt;strike&gt;burned&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;toasted pumpkin seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Beautiful rosy cheeks on beautiful bundled up children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dshmqi6fODY/TxdmKa-44LI/AAAAAAAACyE/Hg9SWvh0ybE/s1600/winter+2011+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dshmqi6fODY/TxdmKa-44LI/AAAAAAAACyE/Hg9SWvh0ybE/s320/winter+2011+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our backyard today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8fCV7pd6is/TxdmaklVeCI/AAAAAAAACyM/5rqEBHh0C2I/s1600/winter+2011+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8fCV7pd6is/TxdmaklVeCI/AAAAAAAACyM/5rqEBHh0C2I/s320/winter+2011+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Biscuit and Penny in their basket. &amp;nbsp;They don't like the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAjbW1yXSg/Txdmg1HLJJI/AAAAAAAACyU/FxPF_Xo2OaM/s1600/winter+2011+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAjbW1yXSg/Txdmg1HLJJI/AAAAAAAACyU/FxPF_Xo2OaM/s320/winter+2011+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Penny (short for Companion) She is our new chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7702978962174531807?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7702978962174531807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7702978962174531807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7702978962174531807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7702978962174531807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/wondering-wednesday.html' title='Wondering Wednesday'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dshmqi6fODY/TxdmKa-44LI/AAAAAAAACyE/Hg9SWvh0ybE/s72-c/winter+2011+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-4418509219511279794</id><published>2012-01-15T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:48:11.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Home'/><title type='text'>Happy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfkpefCYBSo/TxM2XbI4aYI/AAAAAAAACx4/Lw1ednqINEo/s1600/victorian+winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfkpefCYBSo/TxM2XbI4aYI/AAAAAAAACx4/Lw1ednqINEo/s1600/victorian+winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had SNOW today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children played in it early then came in to enjoy a hot breakfast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried potatoes, salsa/cheddar omelet, fresh fruit and a large pot of steaming hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also enjoyed a sermon by&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.asp?SID=224092112286"&gt;Warren Wiersbe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the book of Daniel 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Credulous Faith is obedience to God if it is &lt;b&gt;POPULAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Cowardly Faith is obedience to God if it is &lt;b&gt;SAFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Commercial Faith is obedience to God if it is &lt;b&gt;PROFITABLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Confident and Courageous faith is obedience to God if it is &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;, in spite of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, only the last kind of faith is based on a real fear of God. &amp;nbsp;When we have a true fear of the Lord, we will fear nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom:&lt;/i&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-4418509219511279794?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4418509219511279794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=4418509219511279794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4418509219511279794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4418509219511279794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfkpefCYBSo/TxM2XbI4aYI/AAAAAAAACx4/Lw1ednqINEo/s72-c/victorian+winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6847499019832461853</id><published>2012-01-13T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:28:49.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Ruth, for allowing me to come to Tea, even if I am late. &amp;nbsp;It's been busy over at The Times and also, I have had a lot on my mind. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I would have been very good company, kind of like these ladies here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTnrk_W_qoo/TxCKUl2WuHI/AAAAAAAACxA/SoyUs6aOP-g/s1600/tea+time+-+sad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTnrk_W_qoo/TxCKUl2WuHI/AAAAAAAACxA/SoyUs6aOP-g/s320/tea+time+-+sad.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine Tea. &amp;nbsp;Predictable, I know. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm having it in my red Christmas mug which is a change from my cobalt blue mug. &amp;nbsp;So, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. O.K. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days in a woman's life when nutrition can play a big role in her emotional well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some mineral supplements and an herbal tincture earlier today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing. &amp;nbsp;I think my family would say "what a blessing" also. (wink wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been on my mind lately. It is hard to pull just one thing out of the pile to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children just ran into the house to grab their weapons (toys). &amp;nbsp;They found coyote tracks and droppings on the trail leading into the woods. &amp;nbsp;Hm. I suppose that is the top thing on my mind. &amp;nbsp;I'm trusting they are just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pretending&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to hunt that coyote, that they won't actually go and try to find it. Um, maybe I should check on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The saint who is intimate with Jesus will never leave impressions of himself, but only the impression that Jesus is having unhindered way, because the last abyss of his nature has been satisfied by Jesus." ~ Oswald Chambers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this lately. &amp;nbsp;What impression do I leave with others: when I discipline my children? When I serve my family? When I am talking with my friends? It makes me think of John the Baptist when he said, "He must increase, but I must decrease." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;John3:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Some pretty Tea Time thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDk654U8fIQ/TxCQ4bLnVSI/AAAAAAAACxM/-E8hNjycwxs/s1600/Teatime+-+relaxed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDk654U8fIQ/TxCQ4bLnVSI/AAAAAAAACxM/-E8hNjycwxs/s320/Teatime+-+relaxed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7DJf_P_IlA/TxCQ6QJrOvI/AAAAAAAACxU/AaMOCR9SwSY/s1600/tea-party-sandwiches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYqcY66g3CM/TxCQ-9rGPYI/AAAAAAAACxs/DJ6_Yfsnkrc/s1600/tea+time+-+playful+pups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYqcY66g3CM/TxCQ-9rGPYI/AAAAAAAACxs/DJ6_Yfsnkrc/s320/tea+time+-+playful+pups.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; 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fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 10, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wet from the rains last night. It looks to be a dry day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my washing machine. What an wonderful invention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we might not have so many clothes without it, or the dilemmas of what to wear because of all our surplus. Still, I am thankful for my washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clothes, I am wearing brown. A brown suede skirt, brown tee and a blue denim shirt over. &amp;nbsp;I am wearing my hair down today, in curls and big silver hoop earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oranges. Bought a couple bags on sale last week so we have been eating orange wedges with every meal and in between too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That it isn't FAITH if we can do it all ourselves. &amp;nbsp;God puts us in impossible situations so that He can do it. &amp;nbsp;I am learning He wants to increase my faith; my faith in HIM. So often I am not willing to follow Him into those impossible places because of my own shortcomings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the feeding of the 5000 in Matthew 14. &amp;nbsp;The disciples saw a great need. &amp;nbsp;The people were hungry and there was no food. &amp;nbsp;They asked Jesus to send the multitude away. &amp;nbsp;I always do that. I pray "God take this problem away." But what did Jesus do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "They need not depart; you give them to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was one of those disciples, I would have said "Uh, yeah. O.K. All I've got (and it isn't even mine to give) is a couple loaves and five fishes. Are you kidding me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bring them hither to me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little creatures and pots out of clay. &amp;nbsp;There were some clay sets on sale (only 97 cents) after Christmas. Each child (and mom) got their own and we are playing with clay all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand on the promises of Christ my Savior and rest today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wonderful morning the children and I shared. &amp;nbsp;A simple breakfast of muffins and oranges, then Bible reading and hymn singing. &amp;nbsp;Today, we didn't just go through the motions. &amp;nbsp;We really rejoiced in the Lord. &amp;nbsp;How Good God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Psalms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write a little story with the children today. &amp;nbsp;It begins like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a chicken named Biscuit. &amp;nbsp;She had a small family which included a wise older sister named Sophia, a giggly middle sister, Naomi, and a brave little cowboy named Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit took great care of her little family. &amp;nbsp;One day, the three siblings got themselves into quite a mishap and if it hadn't been for her quick thinking, I don't know where the little family would be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are organized and stocked up cupboards. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes the Lord will tell us to do something and we have a choice to do it or not. &amp;nbsp;Recently, it was on my heart to ready our house and supplies for an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My target date was tomorrow (the 11th) and, by God's grace, I made it. &amp;nbsp;All is in readiness. &amp;nbsp;Will there be an earthquake tomorrow? &amp;nbsp;Who knows? &amp;nbsp;But I am ready. &amp;nbsp;If there is no earthquake did I not hear from the Lord? &amp;nbsp;Hm? Don't know about that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard a story about a man that felt God wanted him to go to a friend's place of work and tell him the Gospel. &amp;nbsp;He was to tell him the gospel and invite him to a church meeting. He knew his friend was hostile to anything about God, but the urge to &lt;b&gt;go and tell&lt;/b&gt; was very strong. &amp;nbsp;He went, absolutely positive that it was the day of Salvation for his friend, confident that his friend would listen and heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while the friend thanked him for his concern, he had no interest in going to church and believed that his salvation was not a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit disturbed, the man remained confident that he had heard God's voice and obeyed. &amp;nbsp;The results were in God's hands. &amp;nbsp;It was years later, by a wonderful chain of "coincidences" that the man discovered something special about that event. &amp;nbsp;There was a janitor behind the counter fixing a broken drawer. &amp;nbsp;He heard the gospel message and the invitation to go to the meeting which was told to his boss. &amp;nbsp;It was for HIM. The message was for the JANITOR. &amp;nbsp;The janitor's life was changed that afternoon by the message. &amp;nbsp;So, we just trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear in the news about events in the Pacific Northwest, rest assured, we are prepared. (wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearls ~ so beautiful ~ especially pearl earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make some more pumpkin bread (I want to freeze a few loaves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some pictures thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mcUeU2y4n4/TwyijKTMRCI/AAAAAAAACwk/B2vyzSoQQCA/s1600/winter+2011+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mcUeU2y4n4/TwyijKTMRCI/AAAAAAAACwk/B2vyzSoQQCA/s320/winter+2011+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A chicken alfredo pizza Sophia made at her cooking class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01pZ-uQHiKg/TwyipJUi7jI/AAAAAAAACws/qHm88CrT7lU/s1600/winter+2011+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01pZ-uQHiKg/TwyipJUi7jI/AAAAAAAACws/qHm88CrT7lU/s320/winter+2011+019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New Year's Eve walk-n-ride at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWZ-Sz8tf6o/TwyiwUK2fOI/AAAAAAAACw0/uN9W6Z87Z-M/s1600/winter+2011+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWZ-Sz8tf6o/TwyiwUK2fOI/AAAAAAAACw0/uN9W6Z87Z-M/s320/winter+2011+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was COLD that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7192425493179859483?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7192425493179859483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7192425493179859483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7192425493179859483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7192425493179859483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-daybook-of-2012.html' title='First Daybook of 2012'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfalgKQS6cs/TwyM8_c6tRI/AAAAAAAACwY/rojsKXzNCYo/s72-c/woman-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3690428343498776219</id><published>2012-01-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:06:00.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>How am I doing? Can I do better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genesis 2:18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you married? Have you considered how you are doing in this area? &amp;nbsp;I, personally, think about it all the time. But, because of pride I would never ask Mr. Santos how I am doing. &amp;nbsp;I will ask the Lord and often He will show me areas where I need to improve. &amp;nbsp;But, no way, would I ask Mr. Santos. &amp;nbsp;In my mind, I am doing all I can do to help him and &amp;nbsp;that should be good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cars need regular tune-ups. Our bodies daily need cleansing. Even nature itself has seasons of renewal. Our relationships (married or not) also need this sort of thing - a tune up, cleansing, special care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazy in this area, thinking 'Let's just drive it to the end -- Until death do we part.'&lt;br /&gt;I have been prideful in this area.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All the "yeah buts", and "well if only you would's" come to the surface at the mention of a need.&lt;br /&gt;And, I have been fearful. &amp;nbsp;What if we find out that the problems we have are all my fault? &amp;nbsp;What if I am going to have to SUBMIT more? Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is wrong. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth [it] not, to him it is sin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are negligent in our relationships because of our standards, because of our expectations. Those standards are usually &lt;b&gt;higher&lt;/b&gt; than the standards God has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;While we were yet &lt;b&gt;sinners&lt;/b&gt;, Christ died for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;All we like sheep have &lt;b&gt;gone astray&lt;/b&gt;; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the&lt;b&gt; unjust&lt;/b&gt;, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not wait for us to be perfect before He laid down His life for us. &amp;nbsp;Yet, that is often what we do, what I do. &amp;nbsp;I wait until the children are obedient before I praise them. &amp;nbsp;I wait until Mr. Santos is kinder before I submit to his wishes. &amp;nbsp;How WICKED of me! Who am I to have higher standards than Holy Creator God? I am but a worm; my life is a vapor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing this too? Are you waiting for someone to meet your expectations before you love them with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands us to love our enemies; to bless those who curse us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are some definitions of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aid&lt;br /&gt;To assist&lt;br /&gt;To lend strength or means towards effecting a purpose; as, to help a man in his work; to help another in raising a building; to help one to pay his debts; to help the memory or the understanding.&lt;br /&gt;To lend means of deliverance; as, to help one in distress; to help one out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;To relieve; to cure, or to mitigate pain or disease.&lt;br /&gt;To remedy; to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;To lend aid; to contribute strength or means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are some definitions of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fit&lt;br /&gt;Suitable&lt;br /&gt;Proper&lt;br /&gt;Qualified&lt;br /&gt;Convenient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;To come together, approaching in opposite or different directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you, with me, ask your husband "How am I doing? Is there any way that I can improve as your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this question is for your sister or brother or mother, father, friend. God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~oOo~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;(this post is from my notes on a Bible study called "Godly women in an ungodly world" taught by Janice McBride. If you are interested, her website is &lt;a href="http://www.janicemcbride.com/"&gt;www.janicemcbride.com&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/2629502422667863567-3690428343498776219?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3690428343498776219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3690428343498776219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3690428343498776219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3690428343498776219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-am-i-doing-can-i-do-better.html' title='How am I doing? Can I do better?'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5935355456952452860</id><published>2012-01-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:28:50.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Thank God for them</title><content type='html'>I guess we're meant to live with people. Can't get around it. But, there are days when I wish I could live without them. If only I could go to a far away place where no one else is...just me and the trees, some water to look at, and a bit of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know, it wouldn't take long before I see something beautiful and want to show it to my children. &amp;nbsp;Or, I would remember something funny and want to tell Mr. Santos. &amp;nbsp;Besides, it's cold out there. &amp;nbsp;I need them to keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((loud groaning sigh))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I get around the hurt they cause? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People HURT each other. &amp;nbsp;They lie. &amp;nbsp;They get preoccupied. They judge and condemn. They make foolish choices. They are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read the book of Philippians lately? Came across this verse today: "I thank my God upon every remembrance of you." (1:3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. There are some people in my life whose remembrance is anything but good, rather, painful. &amp;nbsp;The last thing I want to do is thank God for them. &amp;nbsp;No. It is more like, "God, get them out of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I noticed that the scripture did not say, 'I remember how wonderful you are so I thank my God for you.' &amp;nbsp;Or, 'I thank God every time I remember the good things you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says, "I thank my God upon EVERY remembrance of you." &amp;nbsp;He must of remembered some bad things. Just a few lines later he says he is confident that God which had begun a good work will complete it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He saw the big picture. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;He saw that God was in control of the situation -- That God cared for these people and was in the process of changing them...doing a GOOD work in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like that. &amp;nbsp;I want to thank God upon every remembrance of the people he has placed in my life. &amp;nbsp;I know He is not finished with me. He is not finished with them either. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1 Thess 5:18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think it is God's will that life be easy and everyone do and be what we want them to. But rather, God's will for us is to be Thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But godliness with contentment is great gain. 1 Timothy 6:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5935355456952452860?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5935355456952452860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5935355456952452860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5935355456952452860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5935355456952452860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-god-for-them.html' title='Thank God for them'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3317690308415730689</id><published>2012-01-01T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:11:20.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; and let it be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consecrated Lord to Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;hands&lt;/b&gt; and let them move&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the impulse of Thy love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the impulse of Thy love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;feet&lt;/b&gt;, and let them be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swift and beautiful for Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;voice&lt;/b&gt; and let me sing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always, only, for my King.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always, only, for my King.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;lips&lt;/b&gt;, and let them be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filled with messages for Thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my &lt;b&gt;silver and my gold&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not a mite would I withhold,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not a mite would I withhold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my&lt;b&gt; love,&lt;/b&gt; my God, I pour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At thy feet to its treasure store.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take &lt;b&gt;myself &lt;/b&gt;and I will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever, only, all for Thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever, only, all for Thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQSrOZiXqsk/TwEuUTeGgyI/AAAAAAAACwQ/kndH-XAON84/s1600/igor-levashov-ornamental-roses-i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQSrOZiXqsk/TwEuUTeGgyI/AAAAAAAACwQ/kndH-XAON84/s1600/igor-levashov-ornamental-roses-i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3317690308415730689?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3317690308415730689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3317690308415730689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3317690308415730689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3317690308415730689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQSrOZiXqsk/TwEuUTeGgyI/AAAAAAAACwQ/kndH-XAON84/s72-c/igor-levashov-ornamental-roses-i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7840824912386425073</id><published>2011-12-31T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:54:47.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Good Bye 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BGXXBAjvbk/Tv9oTRdO3MI/AAAAAAAACuw/paKDVm_zVhI/s1600/chickadee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Day of 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine melting the evening frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running squirrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecking Chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know God. He is my Helper, my Friend, my Savior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I learn so much more from my failures, from trials, from steps of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Late breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just toast with pumpkin butter for lunch. Some cut veggies and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make-up today - just a little blush and lipstick. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping Mr. Santos will take me for a walk in the sunshine. I will wear my red wool coat with a matching scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organized spaces! &amp;nbsp;Little by little been tossing out junk this past week. &amp;nbsp;It is so nice to open a cupboard and know what is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an effort not to fear this coming year. &amp;nbsp;For some reason I am afraid. Never been like this before. I usually look forward to the new year with great joy. &amp;nbsp;But it seems like some scary things are on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear Not, for I am with you, says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed,&lt;br /&gt;and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 46:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweet quiet Christmas we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poems of Edgar A. Guest. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write four more scripture songs this year. &amp;nbsp;We have seven. &amp;nbsp;I think four more will make another CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="background-color: #fcfcfc; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Christmas decorations are still up. &amp;nbsp;The children wanted them up till New Year's. &amp;nbsp;I confess, I will be sad to see it all come down. &amp;nbsp;They have slept under the tree a couple times this week. &amp;nbsp;Good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my little green chair by the window with the afternoon sun warming my face. &amp;nbsp;Just a couple minutes of that calms my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pop some confetti poppers for the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the dentist (Sophia)&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Bible Study&lt;br /&gt;Violin and school lessons begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some pictures thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXNMoS1q1F8/Tv9nn2rWENI/AAAAAAAACuY/csfk6HVj2fY/s1600/January+2005+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXNMoS1q1F8/Tv9nn2rWENI/AAAAAAAACuY/csfk6HVj2fY/s320/January+2005+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Santos Children six years ago. &amp;nbsp;They all still had their baby teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So long 2011 ~ Hello 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7840824912386425073?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7840824912386425073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7840824912386425073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7840824912386425073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7840824912386425073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye-2011.html' title='Good Bye 2011'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BGXXBAjvbk/Tv9oTRdO3MI/AAAAAAAACuw/paKDVm_zVhI/s72-c/chickadee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8833647422750217332</id><published>2011-12-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:47:39.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glory to God in the Highest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and on earth, PEACE, GOOD WILL toward men - all men.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Lord!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Zh-yR0pbmU" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O night divine, O night when Christ was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O night, O holy night, O night divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here came the wise men from Orient land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all our trials born to be our Friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows our need—to our weakness is no stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truly He taught us to love one another;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His law is love and His Gospel is peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in His Name all oppression shall cease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let all within us praise His holy Name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8833647422750217332?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8833647422750217332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8833647422750217332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8833647422750217332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8833647422750217332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Zh-yR0pbmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-389561203665546059</id><published>2011-12-21T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:08:12.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Santos Cottage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzyYCh9FJwA/TvJnFNhj5II/AAAAAAAACtE/Jiw0iLLX3X0/s1600/winter+2011+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzyYCh9FJwA/TvJnFNhj5II/AAAAAAAACtE/Jiw0iLLX3X0/s320/winter+2011+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Christmas Tree. &amp;nbsp;It is sitting on a table...but wait. Let's do this right. I better finish decorating before I let you in!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0lokY_fbks/TvJnPdBZ52I/AAAAAAAACtM/MhLoc9WIV5c/s1600/winter+2011+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0lokY_fbks/TvJnPdBZ52I/AAAAAAAACtM/MhLoc9WIV5c/s320/winter+2011+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the beautiful wreath Mr. Santos made for me. &amp;nbsp;It smells wonderful and I find myself lingering on the front step to enjoy it's fragrance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6O5CyESMp4/TvJnWA-lyMI/AAAAAAAACtU/6ivvPdw0kZA/s1600/winter+2011+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6O5CyESMp4/TvJnWA-lyMI/AAAAAAAACtU/6ivvPdw0kZA/s320/winter+2011+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Come in! Welcome to Santos Cottage!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--U6ugy-a4KQ/TvJngMZlbtI/AAAAAAAACtc/YaWmT4tOgi8/s1600/winter+2011+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--U6ugy-a4KQ/TvJngMZlbtI/AAAAAAAACtc/YaWmT4tOgi8/s320/winter+2011+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwjXBc7EtR4/TvJr_IU965I/AAAAAAAACuI/yFzhf0R2xGI/s1600/winter+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwjXBc7EtR4/TvJr_IU965I/AAAAAAAACuI/yFzhf0R2xGI/s320/winter+2011+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa4_D_uJThU/TvJnnUF6DyI/AAAAAAAACtk/l8HJxX6BQ-E/s1600/winter+2011+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa4_D_uJThU/TvJnnUF6DyI/AAAAAAAACtk/l8HJxX6BQ-E/s320/winter+2011+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Behind that black door is our computer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(it's ugly so I like to hide it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaVmYDmWFg4/TvJnu9xnqCI/AAAAAAAACts/Q70jnuBCR5U/s1600/winter+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaVmYDmWFg4/TvJnu9xnqCI/AAAAAAAACts/Q70jnuBCR5U/s320/winter+2011+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;See what I mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLRfGz_crtc/TvJn19c3oPI/AAAAAAAACt0/2GSYjfThUv4/s1600/winter+2011+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLRfGz_crtc/TvJn19c3oPI/AAAAAAAACt0/2GSYjfThUv4/s320/winter+2011+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love seeing my piano lined with Christmas cards!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIwl8Zgvkeg/TvJoC9Qxl9I/AAAAAAAACt8/2ELOT-hqScQ/s1600/winter+2011+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIwl8Zgvkeg/TvJoC9Qxl9I/AAAAAAAACt8/2ELOT-hqScQ/s320/winter+2011+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sophia took a picture of a friendly bird that visits us each morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-846c5b35266fb12f" 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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D846c5b35266fb12f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330136378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6C401FBD46118A168ED726FC4602938F21024C.36F86866812FF97C8463BD01863F72A38F7B9E5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D846c5b35266fb12f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deg6noQ66GmpeCzK1ni8ByEETDXs&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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D846c5b35266fb12f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330136378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6C401FBD46118A168ED726FC4602938F21024C.36F86866812FF97C8463BD01863F72A38F7B9E5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D846c5b35266fb12f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deg6noQ66GmpeCzK1ni8ByEETDXs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speaking of the girl, I think she is ready for piano lessons now. &amp;nbsp;She put together this little arrangement in honor of her grandma and grandpa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-389561203665546059?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/389561203665546059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=389561203665546059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/389561203665546059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/389561203665546059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-to-santos-cottage.html' title='Welcome to the Santos Cottage!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzyYCh9FJwA/TvJnFNhj5II/AAAAAAAACtE/Jiw0iLLX3X0/s72-c/winter+2011+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3273709789214978752</id><published>2011-12-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:13:18.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s1600/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s320/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" t8="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cup of Jasmine tea. I ran out for a while and was drinking Earl Grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Humbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;goes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;destruction, and an haughty spirit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Thank God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholds him with his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Some simple things to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eylkP_VLEY/TuonxlVhAKI/AAAAAAAACsY/h5bcMNHv58o/s1600/winter+2011+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eylkP_VLEY/TuonxlVhAKI/AAAAAAAACsY/h5bcMNHv58o/s320/winter+2011+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A favorite winter drink: &amp;nbsp;Heat up some tomato soup, chicken broth and a bit of salsa (or taco seasoning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Very Satisfying! Especially with a grilled cheese sandwich. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxSofzxIWCE/Tuon5Qf0i2I/AAAAAAAACsg/WhSeI2Zyyj4/s1600/winter+2011+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxSofzxIWCE/Tuon5Qf0i2I/AAAAAAAACsg/WhSeI2Zyyj4/s320/winter+2011+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the puzzle I have been working on at the Tree Farm. &amp;nbsp;You can see I am almost done.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like puzzles? &amp;nbsp;They are fun to do while listening to a good sermon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyRcChTcK8U/TuooA-mqO9I/AAAAAAAACso/3K_LQ70f5ss/s1600/winter+2011+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyRcChTcK8U/TuooA-mqO9I/AAAAAAAACso/3K_LQ70f5ss/s320/winter+2011+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-908GQ29Y9gs/TuopQ0Mj6KI/AAAAAAAACs0/0mFglAmC2C8/s1600/bird+glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-908GQ29Y9gs/TuopQ0Mj6KI/AAAAAAAACs0/0mFglAmC2C8/s320/bird+glass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a lovely stained glass window? &amp;nbsp;I think it would look wonderful hanging in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3273709789214978752?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3273709789214978752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3273709789214978752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3273709789214978752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3273709789214978752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/tea-time_15.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-581610799712006324</id><published>2011-12-13T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:28:19.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Daybook - December 13, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UyO2c2GrBY/TugN8OCZipI/AAAAAAAACrg/sY6BDBef-gw/s320/the+christmas+tree+henry+mosler.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Night, December 13, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Night. Stars out. Icy Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For safety. For Good Health. For my family. For Warmth on a cold night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is easy to spiritual-ize some things that are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(I feel a new blog post coming on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Tamale Pie for dinner and Mandarin Orange cake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Comfort food to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brown skirt and a denim button up shirt. I LOVE my new shirt - not only because it is flattering, but because it was brand new and cost me only $1.29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Am I creating anything right now? No. I don't think so. &amp;nbsp;Unless you count putting together a mini Christmas pageant with the children of my church. &amp;nbsp;But really, the children are creating that. I am just directing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my daughter for cleaning the kitchen without complaining. &amp;nbsp;Good girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot! I forgot to make an appointment for our family picture. Ugh. Thank you Lord for helping me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Bible every morning. &amp;nbsp;That's it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many things. &amp;nbsp;That my auntie would recover from her stroke, that my sister's health would improve, that my mother would...that my Don would...that my church would...and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really and truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust the sweetest frame,&lt;br /&gt;But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand;&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to hide His face,&lt;br /&gt;I rest on His unchanging grace.&lt;br /&gt;In every high and stormy gale,&lt;br /&gt;My anchor holds within the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His oath, His covenant, His blood,&lt;br /&gt;Support me in the whelming flood.&lt;br /&gt;When all around my soul gives way,&lt;br /&gt;He then is all my Hope and Stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He shall come with trumpet sound,&lt;br /&gt;Oh may I then in Him be found.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in His righteousness alone,&lt;br /&gt;Faultless to stand before the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="background-color: #fcfcfc; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The littles are playing "secret item" trying to get their room cleaned before the timer goes off. &amp;nbsp;Whoever puts the "secret item" away properly wins a prize. &amp;nbsp;I can hear them getting distracted with fun and games and bickering. &amp;nbsp;Children! Little images of us. &amp;nbsp;How often I am distracted from what I am supposed to do with fun and games and bickering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on a cold winter morning under heavy warm quilts. &amp;nbsp;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but it does make it hard to get out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping. Visit with friends. Sell Christmas Trees at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some pictures thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om4fGfcIszI/TugVGnqJ4hI/AAAAAAAACrs/qcSx1oSNJjs/s1600/winter+2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om4fGfcIszI/TugVGnqJ4hI/AAAAAAAACrs/qcSx1oSNJjs/s320/winter+2011+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Biscuit has begun laying eggs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRJq3c2Ca9o/TugVQxGfD8I/AAAAAAAACr0/XpjSky6wfhk/s1600/winter+2011+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRJq3c2Ca9o/TugVQxGfD8I/AAAAAAAACr0/XpjSky6wfhk/s320/winter+2011+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Naomi holding Biscuit at the farm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We bring her with us and she helps us sell trees. The customers LOVE her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVdOu1T11LA/TugVfTGjmOI/AAAAAAAACr8/qtn744ct4nI/s1600/winter+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVdOu1T11LA/TugVfTGjmOI/AAAAAAAACr8/qtn744ct4nI/s320/winter+2011+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2jVexFU8x8/TugV1Nw-CHI/AAAAAAAACsE/MQGq5q0CQxE/s1600/winter+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2jVexFU8x8/TugV1Nw-CHI/AAAAAAAACsE/MQGq5q0CQxE/s320/winter+2011+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This is Biscuit's laying basket. Whenever she wants to lay an egg, she "tells" us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we then put her in the basket and she does her job.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GWb5lKS5vk/TugV7uHvceI/AAAAAAAACsM/1nzw_k3UdEA/s1600/winter+2011+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GWb5lKS5vk/TugV7uHvceI/AAAAAAAACsM/1nzw_k3UdEA/s320/winter+2011+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-581610799712006324?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/581610799712006324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=581610799712006324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/581610799712006324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/581610799712006324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/daybook-december-13-2011.html' title='Daybook - December 13, 2011'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UyO2c2GrBY/TugN8OCZipI/AAAAAAAACrg/sY6BDBef-gw/s72-c/the+christmas+tree+henry+mosler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-9119539591395024475</id><published>2011-12-07T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:31:12.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering wednesdays'/><title type='text'>The god they call Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>Santa Schmanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was thinking. &amp;nbsp;Today, as we were reviewing some of the wonderful names of the God of the Bible, we came across this one: "Desire of All Nations." (Haggai 2:7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that a wonderful name? &amp;nbsp;Only one Person could have that name. &amp;nbsp;Only one Person is truly the Desire of All Nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa, of course is NOT that person. &amp;nbsp;He is a sort of counterfeit. &amp;nbsp;A nice fatherly type who wants to give us gifts, who wants to reward us for good behavior. &amp;nbsp;A kind person who can make things turn out alright and metes out justice too. &amp;nbsp;After all, the naughty kids don't get gifts, right? He can be everywhere at once. &amp;nbsp;He can do everything "instantly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; is the Real Deal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus wants to give us gifts. &amp;nbsp;Only, we don't have to be good to receive them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus works it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jesus is everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?&amp;nbsp;If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.&amp;nbsp;If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He is so much more than this. &amp;nbsp;He is the one "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jesus is the one in whom &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;dwells all the fullness of the Godhead, bodily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As Christians, we should avoid anything having to do with Santa. &amp;nbsp;All the touting "Believe" and the warm fuzzy Santa movies distract from the Real Deal. &amp;nbsp;It distracts from the truth. &amp;nbsp;Christmas is to celebrate GOD with us, not Santa with us. &amp;nbsp;God with us has&lt;b&gt; eternal &lt;/b&gt;implications. Santa with us is only about materialism. &amp;nbsp;Any arguments otherwise are just counterfeit hopes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The world around us is searching. They are searching for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in life. &amp;nbsp;At this time of the year, let us not be ashamed of the baby in the manger. &amp;nbsp;For he shall be called Emmanuel, which, being interpreted is God with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu-Ix4IRJxo/Tt_pH7zSIsI/AAAAAAAACrU/dIgQ_t89WdA/s1600/nativity+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu-Ix4IRJxo/Tt_pH7zSIsI/AAAAAAAACrU/dIgQ_t89WdA/s320/nativity+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-9119539591395024475?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9119539591395024475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=9119539591395024475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/9119539591395024475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/9119539591395024475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-they-call-santa-claus.html' title='The god they call Santa Claus'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu-Ix4IRJxo/Tt_pH7zSIsI/AAAAAAAACrU/dIgQ_t89WdA/s72-c/nativity+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-4774653951559801017</id><published>2011-12-05T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:34:07.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sell Christmas Trees three days a week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot apple cider and frosted cookies. Stoke the wood stove to keep warm. Put together a puzzle. &amp;nbsp;Struggle with trees in the field and on top of cars. &amp;nbsp;Pass out cutting saws and directions. Wish Merry Christmas to visitors. Pray for each customer that comes to our lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMdsEOvEE1k/Tt0qs28uYeI/AAAAAAAACrI/c-xjIDTAnbI/s1600/christmas+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMdsEOvEE1k/Tt0qs28uYeI/AAAAAAAACrI/c-xjIDTAnbI/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoy all the Living Nativities around town.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit in the van waiting in long lines. Eat popcorn. Watch the Christmas story be acted out. Blast the heater with the windows rolled down. &amp;nbsp;Lean out of the car windows as we roll slowly through the "Town of Bethlehem." &amp;nbsp;Inhale all the exhaust from the hundreds of other cars visiting. Recognize and wave frantically at all our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing a Christmas carol before we eat breakfast or lunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Silent Night and O Come all ye Faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Participate in the Christmas Pageant at church.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah is a shepherd. Sophia will be the narrator. &amp;nbsp;Naomi is part of the Heavenly Host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Make a list and counting it twice for what we can GIVE this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strict (very strict) rule to not say or hint at what we want for a gift. &amp;nbsp;We may only speak about what we will give. &amp;nbsp;We give gifts in honor of our God who gave us the gift of His Son Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray daily for the gospel message to change the lives of our friends and family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull a name from one basket for family. One basket for friends. One basket for missionaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9G1F9iv744M/Tt0ql0fUSYI/AAAAAAAACrA/J6_Avzjhbm4/s1600/christmas+service.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9G1F9iv744M/Tt0ql0fUSYI/AAAAAAAACrA/J6_Avzjhbm4/s320/christmas+service.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bake Cookies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molasses, Chocolate Chip, Almond Cookies, Snickerdoodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Watch our favorite holiday films:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a wonderful life, Charlie Brown Christmas, Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Read through the list of Names of our God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was Alpha and Omega (Revelation1:8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bread of Life (John 8:35)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fir Tree (Hosea 14:8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Go to Secret Sister Revealing Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food, laughter, women enjoying each other's company. Reveal who I have been praying for and giving secret gifts to all year. &amp;nbsp;Draw another name for a new Secret Sister for 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy3tcowut2w/Tt0qfHxDoPI/AAAAAAAACq4/PWiQY4aUFwI/s1600/christmas+wondering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy3tcowut2w/Tt0qfHxDoPI/AAAAAAAACq4/PWiQY4aUFwI/s320/christmas+wondering.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are you doing this Merry Christmas Season?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-4774653951559801017?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4774653951559801017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=4774653951559801017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4774653951559801017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4774653951559801017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-plans.html' title='December Plans'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMdsEOvEE1k/Tt0qs28uYeI/AAAAAAAACrI/c-xjIDTAnbI/s72-c/christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2225062461023438954</id><published>2011-12-02T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:59:25.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>Are you bitter? Put it aside. &amp;nbsp;Throw it out. &amp;nbsp;Get rid of it. &amp;nbsp;How? &amp;nbsp;Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. I want justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right. It's not fair. It's not fair that God would forgive &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and not give &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wages of sin is death. That's justice. You work, you get paid. &amp;nbsp;You earn wages by what you do. &amp;nbsp;But the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus. Gifts are not earned. &amp;nbsp;They are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we that God would forgive us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) dwells no good thing. Romans 7:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white;"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white;"&gt;rags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;; Isaiah 64:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I once heard bitterness described in this way: &amp;nbsp;A glass of poison that we drink ourselves while we wish the other person dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not only does it destroy us. &amp;nbsp;It destroys MANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white;"&gt;bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled; Hebrews 12:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How I need to hear and practice this daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes I become bitter against my own children. &amp;nbsp;They disobey. &amp;nbsp;They fight. &amp;nbsp;They don't share their toys or do their chores and I get frustrated. &amp;nbsp;That frustration can turn to anger. &amp;nbsp;Then it can turn to bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It doesn't have to be that way. &amp;nbsp;Knowing the grace of God, I can give grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't give grace because they deserve it. &amp;nbsp;I give grace because I have received it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Freely you have received. Freely give. Matthew 10:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To your children, to your husband, to your co-workers, to the people in your church fellowship, even to your enemies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2225062461023438954?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2225062461023438954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2225062461023438954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2225062461023438954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2225062461023438954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5606525848437119962</id><published>2011-12-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:19:23.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s1600/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s320/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" t8="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bowl of oatmeal with some pumpkin butter stirred in. &amp;nbsp;Drinking a cup of Earl Grey Tea. &amp;nbsp;What a warm and cozy breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thankful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to get distracted and busy this time of year. &amp;nbsp;However, the Lord would have us be at the Christmas Tree farm three days a week. &amp;nbsp;There, I am forced to slow down. &amp;nbsp;There are no distractions. &amp;nbsp;If it wasn't for yielding to the Lord's will on this (I would rather stay home and do all my activities &amp;nbsp;- baking, shopping, crafting, cleaning and decorating) I would &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; take time out to be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even prayed that we would NOT sell trees this year because of all the other things I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always knows what is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor's appointment today. &amp;nbsp;It has been many years since I have seen a doctor. &amp;nbsp;Just a check-up over minor concerns. &amp;nbsp;She is a naturopathic doctor. &amp;nbsp;Wonder how it will go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;For&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether [they be] thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;created&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, and for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;: Colossians 1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who's the HIM? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5606525848437119962?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5606525848437119962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5606525848437119962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5606525848437119962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5606525848437119962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7060822894274598449</id><published>2011-11-30T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:05:43.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>So does this mean I'm a Superhero?</title><content type='html'>When I was little I used to watch a show about these superheroes that were twins. &amp;nbsp;I liked the show because &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was a twin. &amp;nbsp;The superheroes would fight the "bad guys" using their super powers. &amp;nbsp;In order to activate them they would say, "Wonder Twins Activate!" as they touched each other fist to fist. &amp;nbsp;One twin took on the form of water and the other twin took on the form of an animal. &amp;nbsp;Oh my goodness. &amp;nbsp;My twin sister and I would play at this for hours, pretending that we had super powers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_4UypDQJ6I/TtbN8lSGQrI/AAAAAAAACqs/J9W4fFtmpXg/s1600/Wonder_Twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_4UypDQJ6I/TtbN8lSGQrI/AAAAAAAACqs/J9W4fFtmpXg/s320/Wonder_Twins.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long time ago.It was a verse in the Bible that reminded me of that show. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;John 1:12&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;What a wonderful verse about the Power that God has given us. &amp;nbsp;Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as many as received him, to them gave he &lt;b&gt;power&lt;/b&gt; to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing! God has given us POWER.  Power for what? To become an animal? No. To become the sons (and daughters) of God.  So much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this means? &amp;nbsp;I was so excited as I thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son is an &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;heir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;What belongs to the Father, belongs to the son. &amp;nbsp;The privileges, the stuff, the history, the future of the Father will be for the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son has &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;access to the Father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Nothing stands in the way. &amp;nbsp;They can come and go freely in their father's house. &amp;nbsp;They can ask anything of the Father because of the closeness of that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;looks like his father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;"Oh, you must be so-and-so's son, you look just like him!" &amp;nbsp;The more we obey the Father and do as He does, the more we begin to look like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up without a father. &amp;nbsp;This fact has kept me from enjoying the great freedom and true Happiness in being his child. &amp;nbsp;I know there are some who hear the word "Father" and instantly feel fear, or hate, or disappointment. &amp;nbsp;But this Father, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God the Father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, is far above any human experience, even if you had the best dad in the world. &amp;nbsp;Getting to know him, really seeking him and knowing him personally (not just ABOUT him) has opened up a wonderful newness of life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jeremiah 29:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that I have this power. &amp;nbsp;Where does the power come from? &amp;nbsp;It does not come from me. &amp;nbsp;I don't decide to become a child of God. &amp;nbsp;God gives me the power to become a child of his. &amp;nbsp;It is a gift. &amp;nbsp;It is Him who decides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;no man can say that Jesus is the Lord, but by the Holy Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 Cr 12:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is written...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; John 1:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He gave this power to them that believe on his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life. &amp;nbsp;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have you noticed that the superhero never dies?&amp;nbsp;&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/2629502422667863567-7060822894274598449?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7060822894274598449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7060822894274598449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7060822894274598449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7060822894274598449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-does-this-mean-im-superhero.html' title='So does this mean I&apos;m a Superhero?'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_4UypDQJ6I/TtbN8lSGQrI/AAAAAAAACqs/J9W4fFtmpXg/s72-c/Wonder_Twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2117836997376358386</id><published>2011-11-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:30:39.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord has been so good to me! My cup runneth over! Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my birthday. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful to have another year with my children, with my husband, with good health. &amp;nbsp;God has met all of my needs. &amp;nbsp;It has been a difficult year with lots of learning. &amp;nbsp;The most fruitful lessons come from failing or falling. &amp;nbsp;But, I have been able to get up and the Lord, himself, has helped to dust me off and send me on again to learn and grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I rejoice in my weakness because HIS Strength is made perfect in weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Mr. Santos took me and the children along with some friends from out of town out for lunch. &amp;nbsp;It was very generous of him and I had a wonderful time visiting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then today...look at what fun I had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB_ieWF6O38/TtRXcXcpZGI/AAAAAAAACpM/cjBcA8awmus/s1600/birthday+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB_ieWF6O38/TtRXcXcpZGI/AAAAAAAACpM/cjBcA8awmus/s320/birthday+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this the most beautiful cake you have ever seen? &amp;nbsp;Sophia had her first cooking class today with a friend, &amp;nbsp;and this was their project. Gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOGJAvFtJcU/TtRXt5lXNHI/AAAAAAAACpc/vQYfJwWa1RE/s1600/birthday+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOGJAvFtJcU/TtRXt5lXNHI/AAAAAAAACpc/vQYfJwWa1RE/s320/birthday+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite red roses delivered personally by some good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EC-2w_y8oI4/TtRXyobnzXI/AAAAAAAACpk/dcCioKyPbOw/s1600/birthday+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EC-2w_y8oI4/TtRXyobnzXI/AAAAAAAACpk/dcCioKyPbOw/s320/birthday+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A yummy meal from another wonderful family. &amp;nbsp;Beef enchiladas, a fresh salad and homemade ranch dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wW9WoGQH__M/TtRX3h462XI/AAAAAAAACps/cJEwKohHMp0/s1600/birthday+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wW9WoGQH__M/TtRX3h462XI/AAAAAAAACps/cJEwKohHMp0/s320/birthday+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite people to eat dinner with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJIR7Mppw5I/TtRX8Un6AAI/AAAAAAAACp0/2ZAfBa15blc/s1600/birthday+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJIR7Mppw5I/TtRX8Un6AAI/AAAAAAAACp0/2ZAfBa15blc/s320/birthday+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake was DEEElicious. &amp;nbsp;Chocolate cake with crunchy peanut butter filling. &amp;nbsp;Good Job, Sophia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MD9u9DunB8/TtRYBuXJARI/AAAAAAAACp8/dC2GAx88t3U/s1600/birthday+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MD9u9DunB8/TtRYBuXJARI/AAAAAAAACp8/dC2GAx88t3U/s320/birthday+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overflowing with love notes from my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMMDAv6tnvU/TtRYGCm4XwI/AAAAAAAACqE/7GlBljW9-sY/s1600/birthday+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMMDAv6tnvU/TtRYGCm4XwI/AAAAAAAACqE/7GlBljW9-sY/s320/birthday+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is a "Golden" Ticket...good for a whole day with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lovey &lt;/span&gt;doing whatever fun thing I choose. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that a sweet gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGGC9Yd3KX8/TtRXo_QrPXI/AAAAAAAACpU/ut-qQOnduzM/s1600/birthday+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGGC9Yd3KX8/TtRXo_QrPXI/AAAAAAAACpU/ut-qQOnduzM/s320/birthday+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66-MnfMoBl8/TtRYwbmdiFI/AAAAAAAACqM/JBzLuTsq0mQ/s1600/joshua+bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66-MnfMoBl8/TtRYwbmdiFI/AAAAAAAACqM/JBzLuTsq0mQ/s1600/joshua+bell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Santos helped the children to get me this CD. &amp;nbsp;I love it! and listen to it while I clean the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite tracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7CCSK57YN4k" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0lZkM2PwGc/TtRjdSr7JjI/AAAAAAAACqY/-JLqJjb5dns/s1600/birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0lZkM2PwGc/TtRjdSr7JjI/AAAAAAAACqY/-JLqJjb5dns/s320/birthday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My piano top (and my facebook page) full of birthday greetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdG1hDWzHc8/TtRjiAMgweI/AAAAAAAACqg/OD1uP6yrKUc/s1600/birthday+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdG1hDWzHc8/TtRjiAMgweI/AAAAAAAACqg/OD1uP6yrKUc/s320/birthday+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hat my Naomi crocheted with the help of a friend. &amp;nbsp;In my favorite color too! &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2117836997376358386?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2117836997376358386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2117836997376358386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2117836997376358386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2117836997376358386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB_ieWF6O38/TtRXcXcpZGI/AAAAAAAACpM/cjBcA8awmus/s72-c/birthday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8719959426668584680</id><published>2011-11-23T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:12:21.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXw62YzdQ4/Ts01ePapI5I/AAAAAAAACpA/xXj5ijHMN-Q/s320/thanksgiving+picture.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, November 23, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesky squirrel. &amp;nbsp;He keeps stealing our chicken's oats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very thankful. &amp;nbsp;That I am alive. That I learn something new every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God truly is involved in the details of my life. &amp;nbsp;Nothing is by chance, there is a purpose for everything. &amp;nbsp;It is always always for my good...no matter how evil it may seem. &amp;nbsp;I can trust My Great God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for tomorrow, I will contribute to the feast my ham and cheese bread, garlic mashed potatoes, &amp;nbsp;a fruit platter, and a pumpkin cake. &amp;nbsp;I don't do pies. &amp;nbsp;Crusts are too intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A black sweater with a grey/black plaid skirt. &amp;nbsp;Silver hoop earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table decorations for our church Soup Supper on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;It has to be a Fall/Scripture Theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a bit of the inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjH-8E_jsP4/Ts0wW0FEsjI/AAAAAAAACoM/l-sA_RltXZM/s1600/thanksgiving+centerpiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjH-8E_jsP4/Ts0wW0FEsjI/AAAAAAAACoM/l-sA_RltXZM/s1600/thanksgiving+centerpiece.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-D3ch_-luA/Ts0wZmMyefI/AAAAAAAACoQ/TAoiPS7FzPk/s1600/thanksgiving+centerpiece+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-D3ch_-luA/Ts0wZmMyefI/AAAAAAAACoQ/TAoiPS7FzPk/s1600/thanksgiving+centerpiece+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCVwZo9s6Wk/Ts0wtso7oRI/AAAAAAAACoc/QsPFjwcoBO8/s1600/thanksgiving+centerpiece+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCVwZo9s6Wk/Ts0wtso7oRI/AAAAAAAACoc/QsPFjwcoBO8/s320/thanksgiving+centerpiece+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hWGQQgCybc/Ts0wvrahV4I/AAAAAAAACok/ZitIAJty9rs/s1600/candles+for+thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hWGQQgCybc/Ts0wvrahV4I/AAAAAAAACok/ZitIAJty9rs/s1600/candles+for+thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are putting "Thankful" Scripture verses on the back of numbered construction-paper-leaves for a game. &amp;nbsp;If you can find the reference for each verse then you can win a loaf of my pumpkin bread. Wanna play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the Department of Licensing today. &amp;nbsp;My birthday is next week and so I have to renew my driver's license. Must take an eye exam and a new picture. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could just keep the same picture. &amp;nbsp;But, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be my twin sister's birthday too. &amp;nbsp;Better send out her card today if she will get it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivanhoe&lt;/i&gt; with the children. They love it. &amp;nbsp;We just finished &lt;i&gt;Bud and Me&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;That is a wonderful and true story and really opens up the history of the early 1900's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can get &amp;nbsp;some paperwork done today. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to deal with it this weekend. &amp;nbsp;Today is the DAY! &amp;nbsp;Pray for me. &amp;nbsp;I hate paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lamps are on for another grey day. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord for lamps! and electricity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of simmering hot apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy a Thanksgiving Feast. &amp;nbsp;Really. &amp;nbsp;I saw the menu and it is going to be a FEAST. &amp;nbsp;I almost feel guilty about it, knowing of all the starving people in the world. &amp;nbsp;But, we have been invited and so we will gladly accept and be thankful. &amp;nbsp;We will also open the farm this weekend for Christmas tree sales. &amp;nbsp;This will be our &lt;b&gt;third &lt;/b&gt;year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to it...the cold and &lt;i&gt;my own agenda&lt;/i&gt; make the Tree Farm seem like a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is not MY life anymore, but Christ who lives in me. &amp;nbsp;He wants me at the farm and so that is where I will go. &amp;nbsp;In the end, I know that everyday I will learn something new and meet new people. &amp;nbsp;I pray that our family can be a light to all who visit us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should make some cookies to pass out? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, that sounds nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a picture thought to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jt-ti9vZqQk/Ts01TNrYqEI/AAAAAAAACo4/HzVqeEsx_M0/s1600/thanksgiving+picture+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jt-ti9vZqQk/Ts01TNrYqEI/AAAAAAAACo4/HzVqeEsx_M0/s1600/thanksgiving+picture+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;God bless you! Thank you, Lord, for your kindness to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8719959426668584680?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8719959426668584680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8719959426668584680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8719959426668584680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8719959426668584680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-daybook.html' title='Thanksgiving Daybook'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXw62YzdQ4/Ts01ePapI5I/AAAAAAAACpA/xXj5ijHMN-Q/s72-c/thanksgiving+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8468798501824410653</id><published>2011-11-21T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:06:52.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Renewed Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8N82DQpUGE/Tsq8MkMhKoI/AAAAAAAACoA/D4xdEdb4onk/s1600/yellow+quilt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8N82DQpUGE/Tsq8MkMhKoI/AAAAAAAACoA/D4xdEdb4onk/s1600/yellow+quilt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things did you grow up hearing day in and day out from your parents? &amp;nbsp;Do you say the same things to your own children now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it sound anything like: "You kids are always...(fighting, arguing, clumsy), You girls are so...(mean, selfish, lazy)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism is such an easy habit to form. &amp;nbsp;It is meant to control others. &amp;nbsp;I hate it in myself, this tendency to criticize. &amp;nbsp;What does it really accomplish anyway? &amp;nbsp;It just puts me on top of whoever I am looking down upon - the children, my husband, the neighbors, whoever! &amp;nbsp;A high and lofty throne of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ugly pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to parenting, my criticism may be right on. &amp;nbsp;The children really ARE being selfish. Now what? &amp;nbsp;How do I train them so that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;instead of cutting &amp;nbsp;someone down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;building them up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my God, that He who began a good work in me is faithful to complete it until the day of Christ Jesus. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Phil 1:6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't give up on me. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't give up on changing me to be more conformed to the image of His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strategy at the Times so far has been &lt;i&gt;parents vs.children&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;mommy vs. daughter&lt;/i&gt;, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;daddy vs. son&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;sisters vs. brothers .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFLICT. Contention. Fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the definition of Contention is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;1. The act or an instance of striving in controversy or debate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;A striving to win in competition; rivalry:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The teams met in fierce contention for first place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a perfect picture of my family. &amp;nbsp;Not all the time. &amp;nbsp;Just during the "your way or my way" times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to adopt new phrases to retrain myself, and in turn, train my children to submit to authority and to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my new phrases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;We are on the same team!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love saying it. I love living it. &amp;nbsp;I love learning all about it. &amp;nbsp;What a breakthrough for me! &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the same team! &amp;nbsp;The Bible says that "If God is for you? Who can be against you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I apply it? The children begin fussing about their chores. &amp;nbsp;I say, "We are on the same team!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; keep our house clean because &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; are thankful for what God has provided. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; want our home to be a welcoming place. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; want to glorify God in all that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; do. &amp;nbsp;That is the Santos way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; way. &amp;nbsp;Let's work together to accomplish &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another new parenting phrase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;You are in charge of your body. &amp;nbsp;Your body is not in charge of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decided to use your hands to throw rocks. Nobody forced you to stomp your feet. That is your face. If you want, you can make it smile or frown. Which do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great and handy phrase for those times when a child wants to blame another (even the mother) for all the angst and sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is all second nature to you. &amp;nbsp;Not for me. &amp;nbsp;I am learning every day how to be a mom and how to be a wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, precept upon precept, line upon line. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 28:10)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8468798501824410653?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8468798501824410653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8468798501824410653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8468798501824410653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8468798501824410653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/renewed-parenting.html' title='Renewed Parenting'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8N82DQpUGE/Tsq8MkMhKoI/AAAAAAAACoA/D4xdEdb4onk/s72-c/yellow+quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5050787585931893456</id><published>2011-11-16T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:25:48.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Wake up. Time for School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a typical Monday through Friday at the Santos Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this may seem lazy to some, but we wake up &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;when we wake up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Sometimes this is early, sometimes it is late. &amp;nbsp;We use the alarm clock when we have appointments or on music lesson days. &amp;nbsp;Also, Biscuit, our pet chicken, will wake us with her clucking if we are too late. &amp;nbsp;We wake up earlier on Saturdays and Sundays because those are the days I make a big breakfast for the family. But we don't do school on the weekends so forget that. I think this is one of the great privileges of homeschooling. &amp;nbsp;I never envy the mother's who must drop their children off at school early in the morning or the poor children shivering at the bus stop eating a pop tart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get ready and Clean the house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rule is to be clean and neat and ready for the day before we eat breakfast. &amp;nbsp;This includes a spotless house, made beds and brushed hair and teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eat Breakfast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our usual weekday breakfast is oatmeal with cinnamon and chopped apples (no sugar) and tea. &amp;nbsp;Boring, I know. Occasionally there will be toast or another fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bible Time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently, we are reading through the books of Samuel. &amp;nbsp;It has been exciting!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memory Verses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We review the Bible verses we know by memory. &amp;nbsp;We sing the ones we have set to music and we may memorize another or put another verse to a tune. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Math.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone does at least 4 pages in their books. &amp;nbsp;We use Horizon Math and LOVE it. This is a high priority for Mr. Santos, that his children be proficient in mathematics. &amp;nbsp;We rarely skip this lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copy Work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the children copy varies. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, the children will do their grammar assignments or some mind bender puzzles. &amp;nbsp;Other times they will copy a passage of scripture or a poem. &amp;nbsp;They may be required to write out lists: thankful lists, prayer lists, ways to serve lists. The point of the lesson is perfect penmanship. &amp;nbsp;But I think other skills are gained along the way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That says &lt;i&gt;Laps&lt;/i&gt; not naps. LOL. &amp;nbsp;Once upon a time we took naps. &amp;nbsp;On a nice day (no rain or snow) the children do 10 laps around the property on their bike or &amp;nbsp;by running. &amp;nbsp;This is mostly for Noah, full of that boy energy, but the girls sometimes enjoy this activity too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leftovers. &amp;nbsp;Chopped veggies and cheese. &amp;nbsp;Sandwiches. &amp;nbsp;Treats. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clean Kitchen, Do Laundry, Practice Violin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We usually do these chores to a timer. &amp;nbsp;Our Santos work motto is "Fast and Thorough."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO...By now it is noon, or one or two or three in the afternoon...depending on when we woke up and when we finished our chores. &amp;nbsp;Finally, the children are free. &amp;nbsp;It is time for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fun!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that school wasn't fun...but this time the children have a choice in what they can do. &amp;nbsp;These are the typical activities you will find them doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play spy, store, library, cowboys and Indians, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crochet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Draw or color while listening to History Cd's. (Diana Waring)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write letters, stories, poems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to Mom read aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch a science video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing on the swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play in the fort in the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit the neighbors horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do "experiments"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puzzles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Notice History, Science, Art, Creative writing and Reading are on the fun list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; doing during "fun" time? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping to settle disputes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fixing Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading /Writing Blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading to the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Organizing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Answering all the "MOOOOOOM!" summons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinking Tea and sitting around with my feet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw the entire schedule out the window when it is a "Visiting Day" or we are at the farm. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We love home schooling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BjDnA4CqXk/TsRBU16UTUI/AAAAAAAACnI/C50Sx33vxDw/s1600/homeschool+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BjDnA4CqXk/TsRBU16UTUI/AAAAAAAACnI/C50Sx33vxDw/s320/homeschool+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fig Leaf tea. &amp;nbsp;We recently discovered the wonderful health benefits of this sweet tea. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sleep like a baby when I drink it. &amp;nbsp;Now, I not only want an avocado tree, a rainier cherry tree, a fuji apple tree, but NOW I want a fig tree. &amp;nbsp;Trees, trees, trees. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J37CjhpORhc/TsRBcmKnYhI/AAAAAAAACnQ/rCptv6AedoE/s1600/homeschool+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J37CjhpORhc/TsRBcmKnYhI/AAAAAAAACnQ/rCptv6AedoE/s320/homeschool+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pumpkins for processing! Will I ever get done? &amp;nbsp;Planning on making several jars of Pumpkin Butter before the week is out. &amp;nbsp;Mr. Santos enjoys eating it in cooked chunks with some cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar and heavy cream poured over the top. &amp;nbsp;Well, now who wouldn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiVPpEkByRM/TsRBmEGD0DI/AAAAAAAACnY/Gdm8RD4UP3Y/s1600/homeschool+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiVPpEkByRM/TsRBmEGD0DI/AAAAAAAACnY/Gdm8RD4UP3Y/s320/homeschool+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isAavDT2tUs/TsRBwfKKFBI/AAAAAAAACng/MBVZAAtJ5Ek/s1600/homeschool+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isAavDT2tUs/TsRBwfKKFBI/AAAAAAAACng/MBVZAAtJ5Ek/s320/homeschool+026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The view of the path from our house to the road. &amp;nbsp;This is what it looked like yesterday when the children took the trash out to the curb for pick-up. &amp;nbsp;It was sunny, but COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLW1QQM9JWM/TsRB4PSNIGI/AAAAAAAACno/bWIzDijETaM/s1600/homeschool+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLW1QQM9JWM/TsRB4PSNIGI/AAAAAAAACno/bWIzDijETaM/s320/homeschool+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0rA-iNP1Is/TsRCBIm_HtI/AAAAAAAACnw/5nHQJ3p2dwU/s1600/homeschool+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0rA-iNP1Is/TsRCBIm_HtI/AAAAAAAACnw/5nHQJ3p2dwU/s320/homeschool+027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little Naomi is crocheting a sweater for her bear, ON her bear. &amp;nbsp;Poor dear, I wish that I could teach her these skills. &amp;nbsp;I taught her how to make a chain, but that didn't satisfy her. &amp;nbsp;She made a bonnet recently. How? I don't know. &amp;nbsp;But it is adorable. I like to see her attempt new things even if she doesn't "know" how. &amp;nbsp;Sophia is like this with Music and Noah is like this with wood carving. &amp;nbsp;More blessings of home schooling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-5050787585931893456?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5050787585931893456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5050787585931893456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5050787585931893456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5050787585931893456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up-time-for-school.html' title='Wake up. Time for School!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BjDnA4CqXk/TsRBU16UTUI/AAAAAAAACnI/C50Sx33vxDw/s72-c/homeschool+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5261370891675061389</id><published>2011-11-11T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:56:29.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am a day late for Tea Time in Bangkok with Ruth, but won't you join me anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s1600/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s320/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" t8="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;A cup of warm jasmine tea with a chicken sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Recipe~&lt;br /&gt;cooked chicken, chopped&lt;br /&gt;red pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;peperoncini, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;heaping spoonful of crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;mayo and mustard to blend together&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;spread on a soft, nutty wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bite and say Yummmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad to be home. &amp;nbsp;Today is Veteran's Day. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Veterans for your sacrifice for our country. Thank you Lord for safety, and peace, and prosperity. &amp;nbsp;We are truly blessed. &amp;nbsp;Mr. Santos has the day off from work for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon doing one of his favorite things...visiting the Sportsman's store. &amp;nbsp;Guns, knives, ammunition, survival gear. &amp;nbsp;A man's haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short. &amp;nbsp;Thankful for every peaceful moment we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;~&amp;nbsp;Charles H. Spurgeon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5261370891675061389?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5261370891675061389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5261370891675061389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5261370891675061389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5261370891675061389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5424835128213746758</id><published>2011-11-09T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:46:20.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wondering Wednesday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGY-sTjJiHg/TrrztuvqRcI/AAAAAAAACm8/j0kPNEx8HNM/s1600/daydreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGY-sTjJiHg/TrrztuvqRcI/AAAAAAAACm8/j0kPNEx8HNM/s320/daydreams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why hot dogs are so yummy. &amp;nbsp;Should I eat another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How tall Noah will be when he grows up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we will have snow this winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I will ever get all these pumpkins processed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If my family will get tired of eating pumpkin bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to that sweet lady I met at the pumpkin patch. &amp;nbsp;She is on my mind so much lately, that I have been praying for her. &amp;nbsp;Do you think it is strange to pray so regularly for someone you don't even know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I found grace in the sight of God. &amp;nbsp;Why me? &amp;nbsp;Why open my eyes to see His goodness? Thank you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What my sisters are doing today. What are they cooking for dinner? What are they wearing? I wonder if they are wondering about me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About pride. &amp;nbsp;Pride comes before a fall. Maybe it comes before a fall because it is so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;blinding&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We become blind to our own faults that we easily fall into sin and mischief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we should have tacos tonight or if I should try making that pumpkin soup recipe I found. Leaning heavily towards tacos...but I have all the ingredients for the soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you are wondering about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5424835128213746758?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5424835128213746758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5424835128213746758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5424835128213746758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5424835128213746758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGY-sTjJiHg/TrrztuvqRcI/AAAAAAAACm8/j0kPNEx8HNM/s72-c/daydreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3126556279373177154</id><published>2011-11-07T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:20:48.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Raindrops on roses</title><content type='html'>We had a lovely time dusting off our copy of The Sound of Music last night. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to sing along with all the Von Trapp children and take turns shouting out &lt;i&gt;"Oh, this is my favorite part!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click below to hear my favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwTphY_QMUo" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It truly does lift the spirits to think of all your favorite things, even if they are not in your possession at the moment. &amp;nbsp;What are some of your favorite things? &amp;nbsp;Mine are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Using warm towels out of the dryer on a cold day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The smell of clean laundry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roast chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunshine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flickering flames from a fireplace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laughing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flowers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chubby toddlers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God's Word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The FedEx or UPS truck coming down the drive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who are your favorite people? &amp;nbsp;Do you ever give thanks for other believers? Just like a family, fellow believers can get upset with one another. &amp;nbsp;We fight and bicker and disagree. &amp;nbsp;This ought not to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, the other day the Santos children were doing just that. I was at my wits end. &amp;nbsp;It seemed like nothing I said or threatened would induce them to choose peace. &amp;nbsp;Finally, I made them get out their copy work and copy out the verses in the Bible that tell us how to handle conflict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a blessing it was for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;contrariwise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing. 1Peter 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God wants to bless us. &amp;nbsp;When we return a blessing, especially to those who have wronged us, we, ourselves, inherit a blessing. &amp;nbsp;I have enjoyed meditating upon this. &amp;nbsp;Like me, it is possible that difficult people are always going to be in your life. &amp;nbsp;Or, maybe they are just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps they do things in a way that irritates you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead of trying to change them into YOUR idea of who they should be, God wants to change You and Me into &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;image. &amp;nbsp;As we obey him, we become more like him. &amp;nbsp;Will we only obey God when we want to or when it is easy? &amp;nbsp;If so, then we cannot&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lie to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and believe that God is in control of our life. &amp;nbsp;We are on the throne of our life when we obey only on the sunshiny convenient days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In nearly all the letters of the New Testament, the writer gives thanks for the recipients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criteria" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;upon every remembrance of you, Phil 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have you given thanks for the people in your life? Especially the believers? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/2629502422667863567-3126556279373177154?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3126556279373177154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3126556279373177154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3126556279373177154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3126556279373177154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/raindrops-on-roses.html' title='Raindrops on roses'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BwTphY_QMUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-84110283453829850</id><published>2011-11-03T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:12:21.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Soon and very soon</title><content type='html'>Anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming. &amp;nbsp;He's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we ready? How do we get ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are well into Autumn now. &amp;nbsp;It is COLD outside. Most of the geese are gone. &amp;nbsp;Knowing that winter was coming, they began migrating south a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIKququsbY/TrM1Cid62nI/AAAAAAAACjI/geXjNrLgQxI/s1600/may+2009+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIKququsbY/TrM1Cid62nI/AAAAAAAACjI/geXjNrLgQxI/s320/may+2009+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mother goose guarding her nest in the spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uV-wdXndY1I/TrM1PJt7GvI/AAAAAAAACjQ/1NvT8VbNNNs/s1600/may+2009+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uV-wdXndY1I/TrM1PJt7GvI/AAAAAAAACjQ/1NvT8VbNNNs/s320/may+2009+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The future generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x7Y01FQUPg/TrM3NJ5rPlI/AAAAAAAACjc/NOWxcore84Y/s1600/migrating+geese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x7Y01FQUPg/TrM3NJ5rPlI/AAAAAAAACjc/NOWxcore84Y/s1600/migrating+geese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipjO3_FsLeY/TrM3PDLWL6I/AAAAAAAACjk/8kEgLZ-LU_A/s1600/migrating+geese+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipjO3_FsLeY/TrM3PDLWL6I/AAAAAAAACjk/8kEgLZ-LU_A/s1600/migrating+geese+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you know why geese migrate in a V formation? This formation reduces the air resistance which means it is easier to fly. &amp;nbsp;The lead bird takes on most of the resistance, but when he gets tired he just slips back into formation and another goose takes the lead. &amp;nbsp;In this way, the geese can fly 70 percent farther than they would be able to do flying solo. 70 PERCENT! &amp;nbsp;That is a big difference. &amp;nbsp;Who would want to fly solo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geese NEED each other. &amp;nbsp;When a goose is wounded and falls behind, two other geese trail behind with him to help him on his way. &amp;nbsp;They have a goal to get to their destination and they help one another to get there. &amp;nbsp;When the lagging geese see another formation they join up. &amp;nbsp;There are no exclusive goose groups. &amp;nbsp;Geese are geese and each one helps to make the flight easier. The more geese flying together, the lesser the resistance and the easier the flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful picture for us as believers in Christ. &amp;nbsp;We see the Day approaching. &amp;nbsp;The signs are all around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; for he is faithful that promised; &amp;nbsp;And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works: &amp;nbsp;Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hebrews 10:24-25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-84110283453829850?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/84110283453829850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=84110283453829850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/84110283453829850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/84110283453829850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/soon-and-very-soon.html' title='Soon and very soon'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIKququsbY/TrM1Cid62nI/AAAAAAAACjI/geXjNrLgQxI/s72-c/may+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7055785193928550657</id><published>2011-10-24T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:58:54.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>October Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvT1UbwQVf4/TqXPHbICpsI/AAAAAAAAChg/JsOOVEhmC3k/s1600/daybook+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 24, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine. &amp;nbsp;(Yipee!) And a &amp;nbsp;"For Rent" sign for the adjoining apartment. &amp;nbsp;Scary! especially when I see some of the characters stopping in to view the place. &amp;nbsp;I wonder who our new neighbors will be? &amp;nbsp;We will share a wall and a front yard together. &amp;nbsp;I sigh, and pray and remember that God is in control. &amp;nbsp;I pray that we can be a blessing to our new neighbors and that they will be a blessing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am in charge of setting my alarm clock or not. &amp;nbsp;Today, exhausted after a very difficult weekend, the children and I slept in. &amp;nbsp;We woke up to do chores and had a late breakfast of french toast and pears. &amp;nbsp;No time constraints!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when someone "condemns" me, or accuses me, they are not always telling the truth. &amp;nbsp;At times, they are merely trying to justify themselves. &amp;nbsp;It has taken me a long time to learn this and to stop feeling guilty for every accusation made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made out of a pumpkin! Ha Ha...at least not today. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow probably, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shhh! Don't tell anyone...sweats! &amp;nbsp;And I have the heater blaring too! &amp;nbsp;What a rebel I am today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say WE are creating an aquarium wall. &amp;nbsp;Colored pencil art during school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPUUYYPPZnI/TqW_GHudDuI/AAAAAAAACgQ/v6mAL3QT0S8/s1600/homeschool+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPUUYYPPZnI/TqW_GHudDuI/AAAAAAAACgQ/v6mAL3QT0S8/s320/homeschool+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah prefers using pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tBG7FhMhEE/TqW_Q0hoNJI/AAAAAAAACgY/KqIVuf7RP00/s1600/homeschool+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tBG7FhMhEE/TqW_Q0hoNJI/AAAAAAAACgY/KqIVuf7RP00/s320/homeschool+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxZrDCbrTiI/TqW_W6ShPyI/AAAAAAAACgg/X8R4UJ0AoqI/s1600/homeschool+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxZrDCbrTiI/TqW_W6ShPyI/AAAAAAAACgg/X8R4UJ0AoqI/s320/homeschool+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-rLhtJVcLI/TqW_cZxjY7I/AAAAAAAACgo/Dij_3JoxmkY/s1600/homeschool+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-rLhtJVcLI/TqW_cZxjY7I/AAAAAAAACgo/Dij_3JoxmkY/s320/homeschool+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to rejoice in the Lord always! &amp;nbsp;I won't wait for the difficult people to get out of my life. &amp;nbsp;I won't wait for the checking account to be full. &amp;nbsp;I won't wait for sunny days and lots of energy. &amp;nbsp;I will rejoice TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have searched me and known me.&lt;br /&gt;You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off.&lt;br /&gt;You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.&lt;br /&gt;You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DIY magazines and some cookbooks from the library for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will become a woman who has &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kindness on her lips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realized another "why". &amp;nbsp;Why do I nag my children so much? &amp;nbsp;Because, I don't want them to experience consequences and I don't want to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;administer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if there is a time limit for a job to get done, and I see that the children are playing rather than doing, I will "nag" them to get to work. &amp;nbsp;"Time is running out!" &amp;nbsp;"Hurry Up!" "What are you doing?" &amp;nbsp;"What are you supposed to be doing?" &amp;nbsp;nag nag nag. &amp;nbsp;It can be exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more nagging. &amp;nbsp;Hoping for kindness only (it will take some deliberate work on my part) and if there are consequences, there are consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am understanding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More and more that life is not about conforming others into my image for them, but being (myself) conformed to the image of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poetry. &amp;nbsp;Reading it, copying it, listening to it, and writing our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncluttered kitchen counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pick up a pack of special markers and a bottle of ink. &amp;nbsp;We are going to turn some goose feathers into ink pens and also practice the art of calligraphy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some picture thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to feed the calves at a friends house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLcfcDr8ELg/TqXN3Wh561I/AAAAAAAAChA/G--qnqqtayc/s1600/fall+2011+132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLcfcDr8ELg/TqXN3Wh561I/AAAAAAAAChA/G--qnqqtayc/s320/fall+2011+132.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aL6o670FSYw/TqXOI7YqGDI/AAAAAAAAChI/FXfkOTFInq8/s1600/fall+2011+139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aL6o670FSYw/TqXOI7YqGDI/AAAAAAAAChI/FXfkOTFInq8/s320/fall+2011+139.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElsUYRa4p9s/TqXOV2TPqyI/AAAAAAAAChQ/BYlwvOjv2lg/s1600/fall+2011+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElsUYRa4p9s/TqXOV2TPqyI/AAAAAAAAChQ/BYlwvOjv2lg/s320/fall+2011+138.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDMS0t7zQS0/TqXOel5tYnI/AAAAAAAAChY/LgDM8ASHQ6Q/s1600/fall+2011+136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDMS0t7zQS0/TqXOel5tYnI/AAAAAAAAChY/LgDM8ASHQ6Q/s320/fall+2011+136.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7055785193928550657?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7055785193928550657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7055785193928550657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7055785193928550657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7055785193928550657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-days.html' title='October Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvT1UbwQVf4/TqXPHbICpsI/AAAAAAAAChg/JsOOVEhmC3k/s72-c/daybook+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-4181070102916861922</id><published>2011-10-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:24:34.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s1600/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s320/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" t8="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;A cup of green tea with honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anxious to leave the house. It is Thursday so we are off to the farm to sell pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;We will be there the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it out there. I have a big Autumn quilt hanging, the wood stove burning, and no distractions. &amp;nbsp;Even if we don't have a single customer, it is a quiet and precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about all the things I want to give my children. &amp;nbsp;Christmas is coming. &amp;nbsp;This is a cue for all the Toy and Book companies to flood the mailbox with catalogs. &amp;nbsp;The children lay on their tummies pointing and dreaming of all the wonderful things in the world that they want. &amp;nbsp;There are things that they need that don't come in catalogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was making a mental note of how much I could spend this year, a verse popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you;&amp;nbsp; 2 Cor 12:15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I can give to that does &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; cost money. &amp;nbsp;It may cost me sleep, or time, or convenience. &amp;nbsp;It may even cost me pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Prayer to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, What do you want me to give today? &amp;nbsp;What do you want me to spend? &amp;nbsp;I know that you will give ME what I need in order to give what THEY need. &amp;nbsp;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-4181070102916861922?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4181070102916861922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=4181070102916861922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4181070102916861922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4181070102916861922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8854780027576902957</id><published>2011-10-19T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:41:39.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Fall Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! I have been offline for a while. &amp;nbsp;Life is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; different without the internet. &amp;nbsp;It slows down. &amp;nbsp;Books get read. Relationships are deeper. &amp;nbsp;Quiet times are more meaningful because it is not just a pause in the race of life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Santos Times uses the computer for almost everything. &amp;nbsp;We use it for home school, for entertainment, for research, to pass the time, to communicate, the music we listen to, even some Bible study. &amp;nbsp;When it is off - truly off - life is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other night Mr. Santos and I sat in the living room looking at the children and at each other. &amp;nbsp;Naomi was working on a big floor puzzle. &amp;nbsp;Sophia was engrossed in a book. &amp;nbsp;Noah was building a road for his cars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't talk. &amp;nbsp;There was no conversation, just a quiet looking at each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever sat and just looked at your spouse? &amp;nbsp;For more than a minute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Try it. &amp;nbsp;No getting up to turn on the T.V. &amp;nbsp;No talking. &amp;nbsp;No time limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you are like us, you'll end up smiling, even if you started off sneering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing may follow, or smooching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RadOLQSvzYY/Tp41AXEntmI/AAAAAAAACeQ/dJN0HBXL6XU/s1600/fall+2011+109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RadOLQSvzYY/Tp41AXEntmI/AAAAAAAACeQ/dJN0HBXL6XU/s320/fall+2011+109.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still enjoying raspberries at the Farm. &amp;nbsp;Just enough for a happy handful a day. A week of sunshine does miracles over here. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uTeCxR51Nw/Tp41MEtpyfI/AAAAAAAACeY/vZnx_aLqBlo/s1600/fall+2011+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uTeCxR51Nw/Tp41MEtpyfI/AAAAAAAACeY/vZnx_aLqBlo/s320/fall+2011+110.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Raspberries must be eaten immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C52vhgiotu0/Tp417dSY8FI/AAAAAAAACew/K8mgrQ4O0GE/s1600/fall+2011+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C52vhgiotu0/Tp417dSY8FI/AAAAAAAACew/K8mgrQ4O0GE/s320/fall+2011+112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cE__sr7yFM/Tp41zD-B8eI/AAAAAAAACeo/TJ5jq2a2YSI/s1600/summer+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cE__sr7yFM/Tp41zD-B8eI/AAAAAAAACeo/TJ5jq2a2YSI/s320/summer+2011+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the pumpkin patch before we officially "opened" for business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4jkL05DZNs/Tp9NNHW8anI/AAAAAAAACfk/teiA55votpw/s1600/summer+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4jkL05DZNs/Tp9NNHW8anI/AAAAAAAACfk/teiA55votpw/s320/summer+2011+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWCWbpMWhgg/Tp41izn5ocI/AAAAAAAACeg/wmMk0FOJdEE/s1600/fall+2011+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWCWbpMWhgg/Tp41izn5ocI/AAAAAAAACeg/wmMk0FOJdEE/s320/fall+2011+106.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pumpkin patch "After" &amp;nbsp;We will be open until the last weekend of October, then harvest the rest for our friends and family. &amp;nbsp;We've also been able to give all our customers lots of fresh sunflower seeds. &amp;nbsp;Their children love finding them in the flower and eating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those zinnias behind Sophia are still bringing me joy, especially from a distance. &amp;nbsp;The color is still there but not the beautiful flower. Most of them are ready to fall off the stem now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJtQ3PSqag/Tp9HIzja5sI/AAAAAAAACfM/ntl_ovqUuIY/s1600/fall+2011+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJtQ3PSqag/Tp9HIzja5sI/AAAAAAAACfM/ntl_ovqUuIY/s320/fall+2011+111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. One left. So lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KORaBOEkbfw/Tp42IsuLLgI/AAAAAAAACe4/6JWlwA-umb0/s1600/fall+2011+113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KORaBOEkbfw/Tp42IsuLLgI/AAAAAAAACe4/6JWlwA-umb0/s320/fall+2011+113.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew pumpkins at home too. &amp;nbsp;Why? I don't know. Are we going to be eating 'pumpkin this' or 'pumpkin that' every day for the rest of the year? Probably. God is good. Did you know that pumpkins are rich in beta carotene, potassium, zinc, and many other nutrients? &amp;nbsp;Even the seeds are good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, if only I knew how to cook them. &amp;nbsp;Always learning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this book online. &amp;nbsp; I may have to buy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDNSaxE19G8/Tp9ME_4pZ2I/AAAAAAAACfY/pTLLiekpf1w/s1600/pumpkin+cookbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDNSaxE19G8/Tp9ME_4pZ2I/AAAAAAAACfY/pTLLiekpf1w/s320/pumpkin+cookbook.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_yyR3gQXxno/Tp9OB8KyyMI/AAAAAAAACfw/0zJ3z2V6Bgw/s1600/fall+2011+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_yyR3gQXxno/Tp9OB8KyyMI/AAAAAAAACfw/0zJ3z2V6Bgw/s320/fall+2011+115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been blessed to harvest several baskets full of potatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnqH27lFSAM/Tp9OeyTD5sI/AAAAAAAACf4/0QPO3P50r7g/s1600/fall+2011+117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnqH27lFSAM/Tp9OeyTD5sI/AAAAAAAACf4/0QPO3P50r7g/s320/fall+2011+117.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And lots of onions and garlic. &amp;nbsp;I haven't taken the time to make it all look pretty, yet. &amp;nbsp;The garlic is very lovely and very stinky. &amp;nbsp;Mr. Santos has a home grown onion nearly every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkGq40c7Lz4/Tp9QWEiNIAI/AAAAAAAACgE/U1kX6ViTRg0/s1600/fall+2011+168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkGq40c7Lz4/Tp9QWEiNIAI/AAAAAAAACgE/U1kX6ViTRg0/s320/fall+2011+168.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Organically grown apples and pears were being sold for a "song" this week. We put up several bins in the shed. &amp;nbsp;They won't last long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even with all this abundance. &amp;nbsp;There is a greater harvest coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore said he unto them, The&amp;nbsp;harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. Luke 10:2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~oOo~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped. Rev 14:15-16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8854780027576902957?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8854780027576902957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8854780027576902957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8854780027576902957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8854780027576902957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-harvest.html' title='Fall Harvest'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RadOLQSvzYY/Tp41AXEntmI/AAAAAAAACeQ/dJN0HBXL6XU/s72-c/fall+2011+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3632713478947126506</id><published>2011-10-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:01:48.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Communication that Pleases God</title><content type='html'>Part &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-outside-i-live-blessed-life.html"&gt;ONE here&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; Part &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/cant-control-me-i-am-free-part-two.html"&gt;TWO here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are controlled so much by the comments of another person.&amp;nbsp; AND, we control others with our comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some practical things we can do for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication that Pleases God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(taken from teaching by Janice McBride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&amp;nbsp; The foundation for all Godly communication is humility, whether listening or talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&amp;nbsp; The person you are communicating with was created by GOD.&amp;nbsp; Only God creates life.&amp;nbsp; If God created this person, than he or she is valuable.&amp;nbsp; For God so loved the world...even the one standing right in front of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&amp;nbsp; Be respectful.&amp;nbsp; You can disagree without being disagreeable.&amp;nbsp; "Let nothing be done through strife or vain glory, but in lowliness of mind, let each esteem the other better than themselves." Phil 2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&amp;nbsp; Consider if the person you are communicating with is a believer.&amp;nbsp; We cannot have the same expectations of both.&amp;nbsp; A non-believer does not consider the things of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&amp;nbsp; Consider how long he/she has been a believer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You wouldn't expect a three year old to be able to help you around the house as well as a ten year old, or a sixteen year old.&amp;nbsp; The same goes with your conversation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&amp;nbsp; If they are a believer, am I speaking to a carnal mind or a renewed mind?&amp;nbsp; Are they more interested in satisfying their needs and desires than doing the will of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&amp;nbsp; Why has God allowed this person into my life?&amp;nbsp; What does God want to teach me through this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&amp;nbsp; What character weakness is this relationship surfacing in me?&amp;nbsp; What character qualities does God want to build in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&amp;nbsp; Remember that my Peace and Joy are found in Jesus Christ, not in this person.&amp;nbsp; They may never change.&amp;nbsp; They may never see things my way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&amp;nbsp; Is it important that they agree with my point of view or am I humble and secure enough to listen to their point of view?&amp;nbsp; I don't have to agree, but am I willing to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11&amp;nbsp; Am I willing to admit when I am wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12&amp;nbsp; Do I speak the truth in LOVE?&amp;nbsp; So many times the things we want to communicate are true and right, but they are said in a prideful or mean way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13&amp;nbsp; Remember that communication is warfare.&amp;nbsp; "We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14&amp;nbsp; Remember that "the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds." 1 Cor 10:4&amp;nbsp; That means that carnal weapons are mighty through satan for the building up of strong holds.&amp;nbsp; We don't want to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the carnal weapons we use? Next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3632713478947126506?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3632713478947126506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3632713478947126506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3632713478947126506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3632713478947126506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/communication-that-pleases-god.html' title='Communication that Pleases God'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5381106377491000983</id><published>2011-10-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:20:21.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Can't control me, I am free! (part two)</title><content type='html'>This is part two in a series. Read part one, &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-outside-i-live-blessed-life.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a slow learner. &amp;nbsp;But, thank God I am learning: "&lt;i&gt;Little by little, precept upon precept, line upon line&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson began a long time ago, perhaps years ago. &amp;nbsp;I wrote about it once, &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/unseen-suffering.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. But that was just a beginning. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know that, like an instrument, I was just learning how to pluck out the notes. &amp;nbsp;There would be much more practice and instruction needed before I could play a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what makes me a slow learner? Pride. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to learn. I just want to know. I don't want to practice. I just want to be the best, instantly. &amp;nbsp;Consequently, it takes me forever to learn something because when I get to the rough spots, I give up or go to something that I know I am good at. &amp;nbsp;Or, worse, I &lt;i&gt;pretend&lt;/i&gt; that I am good at "whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been teaching me about walking after the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot walk after the flesh &lt;i&gt;AND &lt;/i&gt;after the Spirit. &amp;nbsp;It is only one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But walking after the Spirit does not come naturally. &amp;nbsp;It comes supernaturally. &amp;nbsp;The first thing to be done is to be born again. &amp;nbsp;OK. Done, by the Grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is to "take up my cross and follow Jesus." Hm. This is a bit harder. &amp;nbsp;It's not that the cross is heavy. The Bible says "come to me all ye that are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. &amp;nbsp;Take my yoke upon you...for my yoke is &lt;b&gt;easy&lt;/b&gt; and my burden&lt;b&gt; is light&lt;/b&gt;." &amp;nbsp;It's the whole following thing. &amp;nbsp;I don't always want to go where Jesus is leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the key "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; don't always &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what did Jesus do about His cross? He prayed, "If there is any other way, Father let this cup pass from me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet not my will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Thy will be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking after the Spirit means giving up my will. Doing God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other:" Galatians 5:17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, there is a battle going on. &amp;nbsp;A war. &amp;nbsp;A constant fight between the flesh and the Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety and fear, anger and bitterness, controls me. &amp;nbsp;Or, because of the goodness of God, it reminds me of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't fight in a war! I don't know what to do! I'm not strong enough, or wise enough, or brave enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the thing I am up against is &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-outside-i-live-blessed-life.html"&gt;worse than a little criticism&lt;/a&gt;. Sometimes, I am fighting against big, ugly, cruel, evil. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, it is absolute&lt;b&gt; lies&lt;/b&gt; from the pit. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it is a wolf in sheep's clothing. I am not sure if it is a wolf or a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take courage! Fear Not! Stand firm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me the tools to fight and not just to fight, but to win! &amp;nbsp;Next post...the tools (practical things to do and say in the war).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI7Jn8cCpVA/TpCGF5XAMVI/AAAAAAAACeI/h1pt53gEeUE/s1600/armor-of-god-550x320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI7Jn8cCpVA/TpCGF5XAMVI/AAAAAAAACeI/h1pt53gEeUE/s320/armor-of-god-550x320.jpg" width="320" /&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/2629502422667863567-5381106377491000983?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5381106377491000983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5381106377491000983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5381106377491000983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5381106377491000983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/cant-control-me-i-am-free-part-two.html' title='Can&apos;t control me, I am free! (part two)'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI7Jn8cCpVA/TpCGF5XAMVI/AAAAAAAACeI/h1pt53gEeUE/s72-c/armor-of-god-550x320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2319185340336944990</id><published>2011-10-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:47:28.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>An answer to one of my Why's</title><content type='html'>On the outside I live a blessed life. &amp;nbsp;There are no outward circumstances that are troubling me. &amp;nbsp;My family is healthy. We have food, shelter, clothing. &amp;nbsp;We have two cars. &amp;nbsp;We have a large and safe place for my children to play and to plant a garden. &amp;nbsp;We run a tiny farm on the side. &amp;nbsp;My husband has a job that provides nicely for us. We go to church weekly. &amp;nbsp;We are free. We are not afraid of persecution or death because of our faith. &amp;nbsp;When it is cold, we have heat. &amp;nbsp;When it is hot, we have the beach and forests of trees to cool us. &amp;nbsp;I am extremely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something wrong. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I am overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I just cry from pain. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I clench my fists and fight extreme emotions and I cry out, WHY?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so anxious? &amp;nbsp;Why am I so angry? &amp;nbsp;Why am I so irritated? &amp;nbsp;Why do I hate? &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I just want to run away. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is full of the answers. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for God's word to guide me. &amp;nbsp;But, I wanted to know what the&lt;b&gt; triggers&lt;/b&gt; were. &amp;nbsp;What triggered all of this roller coaster battle in my spirit? &amp;nbsp;And the Lord has shown me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we were sitting in a cafe and my Sophia was blowing bubbles into her juice with a straw. &amp;nbsp;I shook my head with a smile to tell her that was not appropriate. &amp;nbsp;She stopped. &amp;nbsp;She was the oldest at her table (kids at one table, adults at another) and all the littles were copying her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone at the adult table made a comment about her bubble blowing. "Finally, I see your kids acting like kids. They are always so responsible. I never see them play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I was anxious. &amp;nbsp;My stomach turned inside. &amp;nbsp;I felt sick and I could feel my face turning red. &amp;nbsp;Thoughts flew through my brain as fast as bullets. "Oh no, I have weird kids. I must be controlling. We are bad home school representatives. Do we ever smile? No one can see the love of God in us. &amp;nbsp;Uh, Oh. We must be a legalistic family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes later, Mr. Santos made a critical comment to me. &amp;nbsp;It was not out of line, nor was it untrue. &amp;nbsp;But it was critical and the stomach churning just got worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGGERS. &amp;nbsp;Criticism. Perhaps condemnation. Someone's opinion. Fear of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am free! &amp;nbsp;I am free from condemnation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is therefore now no&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;condemnation&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Romans 8:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. Galatians 5:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There are two sides to the coin: &amp;nbsp;one side, when the "triggers" are inflicted upon me, the other side, when I inflict the triggers on others. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I become easily overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But GOD is good! He has shown me what to do. &amp;nbsp;He has made a way for me! &amp;nbsp;No more being controlled. No more controlling of others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will tell you how, next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2319185340336944990?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2319185340336944990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2319185340336944990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2319185340336944990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2319185340336944990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-outside-i-live-blessed-life.html' title='An answer to one of my Why&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6919039601913101016</id><published>2011-10-02T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:33:53.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>October already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02Fx9JyjZuk/ToEVxODQtvI/AAAAAAAACbw/4FzhbMBYeWQ/s200/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night, October 2, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. Neighbors packing the car with boxes. They are moving...so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good visit with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer to so many of my "why's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not post to this blog again until I can put it into words. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it will answer some of your "why's" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea and toast and cold cereal. &amp;nbsp;We are resting up from a packed weekend with visitors. &amp;nbsp;It has been a restful evening. And the best thing is NO DISHES to wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A grey dress with a cardigan sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a package to mail. My little nephew left his stuffed moose and blanket. &amp;nbsp;Those are a must at bedtime so they will be shipped out first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to miss my sister. &amp;nbsp;It was such a short visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she laughed and screamed on the ferry boat and on the "spinning missile" at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;blogs and facebook statuses tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is nice this weekend for the visitors to our pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Santos speaking on the phone in Spanish to his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children acting out some little skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you be the cowgirl and I'll be the cowboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clutter, clutter, clutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll keep until tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;It is still Sunday, a day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my, it's going to be a busy one!&lt;br /&gt;School, Violin Lessons, A wedding shower, help a friend, and four days out at the Pumpkin Patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some picture thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ66b26s758/Tokd8cmgfVI/AAAAAAAACc0/afr964fazTw/s1600/fall+2011+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ66b26s758/Tokd8cmgfVI/AAAAAAAACc0/afr964fazTw/s320/fall+2011+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A neighbors pet camel. &amp;nbsp;His name is "Gobi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc-4cHcoDiQ/TokeGs2SDgI/AAAAAAAACc4/7UdyWMcO7wk/s1600/fall+2011+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc-4cHcoDiQ/TokeGs2SDgI/AAAAAAAACc4/7UdyWMcO7wk/s320/fall+2011+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the Santos' feeding him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emo9_Dg9kAg/TokePr8mDdI/AAAAAAAACc8/84SY-JkzjCc/s1600/fall+2011+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emo9_Dg9kAg/TokePr8mDdI/AAAAAAAACc8/84SY-JkzjCc/s320/fall+2011+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdbCCib_w4/TokeXMkaMhI/AAAAAAAACdA/EeQ_ymS0UH0/s1600/fall+2011+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdbCCib_w4/TokeXMkaMhI/AAAAAAAACdA/EeQ_ymS0UH0/s320/fall+2011+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TrYOFXYVCE/TokeeTt0W_I/AAAAAAAACdE/kwzXm30DfOQ/s1600/fall+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TrYOFXYVCE/TokeeTt0W_I/AAAAAAAACdE/kwzXm30DfOQ/s320/fall+2011+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia demonstrating the spinning missile that made Auntie Cheri and I scream when we tried it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-6919039601913101016?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6919039601913101016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=6919039601913101016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6919039601913101016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6919039601913101016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-already.html' title='October already?'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02Fx9JyjZuk/ToEVxODQtvI/AAAAAAAACbw/4FzhbMBYeWQ/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5687603968859137323</id><published>2011-09-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:46:38.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>If we would just take time to think</title><content type='html'>This is a moving documentary that had me in tears and Mr. Santos and I in deep discussion.  So many people today, especially young people, believe what they believe without taking time out to know WHY.  They don't take time to examine themselves, to think of their future, to think of the consequences of their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this. Please.  It is 30 minutes long. It is graphic and not for young children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7y2KsU_dhwI?rel=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5687603968859137323?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5687603968859137323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5687603968859137323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5687603968859137323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5687603968859137323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-we-would-just-take-time-to-think.html' title='If we would just take time to think'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7y2KsU_dhwI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8903891514926724152</id><published>2011-09-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:04:54.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Days'/><title type='text'>Autumn Days are here again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQTj0NQ6yQ/ToPAz-0BoqI/AAAAAAAACcU/DeUxpEfxN0E/s1600/summer+2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQTj0NQ6yQ/ToPAz-0BoqI/AAAAAAAACcU/DeUxpEfxN0E/s320/summer+2011+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sugar Pie Pumpkins growing at the farm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUvvcd3avIw/ToPA8ctybUI/AAAAAAAACcY/96gIKgm9V5I/s1600/summer+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUvvcd3avIw/ToPA8ctybUI/AAAAAAAACcY/96gIKgm9V5I/s320/summer+2011+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A strong cool breeze on a bright Fall day ~ Perfect for picking out some pumpkins! We will be at the farm four days a week soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH8VrISx18I/ToPBIMhs0HI/AAAAAAAACcc/27JobEZ-xl4/s1600/summer+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH8VrISx18I/ToPBIMhs0HI/AAAAAAAACcc/27JobEZ-xl4/s320/summer+2011+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sunflowers have bloomed and are starting to droop from the heaviness of their seeds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDmlnJw4-E/ToPBQ1UlCOI/AAAAAAAACcg/2SiwcUVumM8/s1600/summer+2011+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDmlnJw4-E/ToPBQ1UlCOI/AAAAAAAACcg/2SiwcUVumM8/s320/summer+2011+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diamonds on the water. &amp;nbsp;My God keeps me amply supplied with jewels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPDdK664Ux8/ToPBnvdDdEI/AAAAAAAACco/1xB1D0AlqqE/s1600/summer+2011+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPDdK664Ux8/ToPBnvdDdEI/AAAAAAAACco/1xB1D0AlqqE/s320/summer+2011+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are some happy zinnias! &amp;nbsp;Wish they were under my window sill rather than the pumpkin patch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWzhOZHJLEg/ToPBwEvd2BI/AAAAAAAACcs/e7Fc0fDBd0M/s1600/summer+2011+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWzhOZHJLEg/ToPBwEvd2BI/AAAAAAAACcs/e7Fc0fDBd0M/s320/summer+2011+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8903891514926724152?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8903891514926724152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8903891514926724152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8903891514926724152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8903891514926724152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-days-are-here-again.html' title='Autumn Days are here again!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQTj0NQ6yQ/ToPAz-0BoqI/AAAAAAAACcU/DeUxpEfxN0E/s72-c/summer+2011+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3765172144563662550</id><published>2011-09-27T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:09:36.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His delights</title><content type='html'>Isn't it fun to make a list of the things we love and enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot showers&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Roses&lt;br /&gt;Pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. &amp;nbsp;If you haven't done it in a while, you should try. &amp;nbsp;Make a list of the things that bring you joy - the things that you are grateful for. Whenever I am grumpy or feeling negative, this little practice is a sure way to help me out of the pit. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I wonder what it is that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; loves and enjoys. &amp;nbsp;I did a quick search through my Bible and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "he&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;taketh pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in them that fear him." Psalm 147:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "the prayer of the upright &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;is his delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Psalm 35:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "he&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;taketh pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in his people." Psalm 149:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "the upright in their way are&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; his delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Prov 11:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He has written &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;a book of remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for "them that feared the Lord and thought upon his name." Mal 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What is very valuable to him? &amp;nbsp;Jewels? Knowledge? "the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;of great price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." 1Peter 3:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "I (wisdom) was daily&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; his delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Prov 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "A just weight is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;his delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Prov 11:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "they that deal truly are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;his delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Prov 12:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A dove descended upon Jesus and there was a voice heard from heaven "This is my Beloved Son in whom I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;well pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Mat 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A thick cloud overshadowed the others and only Jesus was left."This is my Beloved Son in whom I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;well pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Mat 17:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "they that are in the flesh &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;cannot please God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Romans 8:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "without faith, it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;impossible to please God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." Hebrews 11:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3765172144563662550?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3765172144563662550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3765172144563662550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3765172144563662550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3765172144563662550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/his-delights.html' title='His delights'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7905120583909546061</id><published>2011-09-26T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:17:21.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Last week of September, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02Fx9JyjZuk/ToEVxODQtvI/AAAAAAAACbw/4FzhbMBYeWQ/s200/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 26, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. The leaves are changing colors with the coming of fall...at least the leaves still left on the trees after this weekend's blustery days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Answered prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that God does not ask us to do what we are unable to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me."&lt;br /&gt;Philipians &amp;nbsp;4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would include being patient, repeating myself for the six billionth time, smiling instead of grinding my teeth, using my calm "I am the mother" voice instead of shouting. &amp;nbsp;It includes giving mercy and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homemade pizza. &amp;nbsp;What to do with a jar of spaghetti sauce and a pound of sausage but no noodles? &amp;nbsp;I also sauteed some onions and found a jar of olives. &amp;nbsp;Didn't I say I was thankful for answered prayer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brown suede skirt and a cranberry sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "poor man's" recipe book for a friend who just got married. &amp;nbsp;It is just a compilation of recipes I made up when I have had to streeeetch ingredients to feed a big group or to last until the next shopping day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to finish writing out some pretty snail mail cards to a few friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my munchkins when they were just munchkins. &amp;nbsp;I have a big box of photos that I have been rummaging through the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The book of 1 Samuel every day with the children (still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roller Skates&lt;/i&gt;, by Ruth Sawyer (with the children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my violin playing will stop sounding like a train wreck SOONER rather than later. &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;I didn't tell you I was taking lessons with the children? &amp;nbsp;You should see me next to all these little 6 and 7 year olds in their tiny child size chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children playing and happy - so much nicer than the crying and complaining of earlier today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy though, because I did not allow all the c's and c's to change my expectations. &amp;nbsp;I held my ground and won. &amp;nbsp;My expectations were met, Momma remained "in charge" and peace was restored. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia is making a fort. &lt;br /&gt;Naomi is "spread out" drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Noah is building his own bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give them another hour before it's "Clean-up time" for Mr. Santos' homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm feet on a cold rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School, violin lessons, and YEAH, HIP HIP HOORAY, YIPEE, my sister and her family are visiting from California this weekend. &amp;nbsp;Only a two day visit, but it has been almost three years since I have seen them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some picture thoughts to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿I am not ready for rainy days yet...all the lamps on in the middle of the afternoon...no, not yet. &amp;nbsp;I am not ready. &amp;nbsp;I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWMJt9a-WX4/ToEi98onr0I/AAAAAAAACcM/aTG2fUe6wiQ/s1600/summer+2011+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWMJt9a-WX4/ToEi98onr0I/AAAAAAAACcM/aTG2fUe6wiQ/s320/summer+2011+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7905120583909546061?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7905120583909546061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7905120583909546061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7905120583909546061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7905120583909546061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-week-of-september-2011.html' title='Last week of September, 2011'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02Fx9JyjZuk/ToEVxODQtvI/AAAAAAAACbw/4FzhbMBYeWQ/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3875916271452669943</id><published>2011-09-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:25:30.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Dear Followers~</title><content type='html'>Are you a follower of The Santos Times?&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad you are! I have been thinking a lot about you.&amp;nbsp; This is a small blog with only 44 followers.&amp;nbsp; Some of you are Christians.&amp;nbsp; Some of you are Muslim.&amp;nbsp; Some of you are Catholic or Mormon or no religion at all. You come from all over the world to visit our little place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I am so happy to share our family times with you.&amp;nbsp; We are not very exciting or gifted or unique.&amp;nbsp; Yet, you visit us!&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you and I pray for you.&amp;nbsp; God bless you today!&amp;nbsp; May you have peace in your heart whatever your circumstances are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3875916271452669943?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3875916271452669943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3875916271452669943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3875916271452669943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3875916271452669943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-followers.html' title='Dear Followers~'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-3936225799173099968</id><published>2011-09-22T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:36:32.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>A sunrise</title><content type='html'>Ah! Sweet Satisfaction! &amp;nbsp;I am sitting at the dining room table enjoying a lovely cup of jasmine tea. &amp;nbsp;The house is spotlessly clean. &amp;nbsp;All the counters are cleared of clutter. &amp;nbsp;There is nothing on the vacuumed floors. &amp;nbsp;The pillows are plumped and the bookshelf is straightened out. &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;It all looks clean and orderly. &amp;nbsp;Even the laundry is caught up and put away. There is nothing out of its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh with satisfaction and sip on my tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly, I think "It's not very hard to keep my house clean. I don't know why other people struggle so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the morning sun rises shining through the dining room window and over the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit up suddenly. &amp;nbsp;What is this?! &amp;nbsp;The light, a beautiful morning sunrise, is illuminating ugliness in my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thick layer of dust covers the oven hood. &amp;nbsp;The back splash is covered with shiny grease spots. &amp;nbsp;The morning light reveals &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dirt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hidden spills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all over the cupboard doors of the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;The satisfaction I previously felt, fizzles away, especially with the revelation of piles of crumbs under my stove and fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows from fingerprints on the window glass dot my dining room table. &amp;nbsp;What used to seem so spotless seems so dirty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled. I thought my house was clean. &amp;nbsp;I am afraid to walk into the other rooms to see what the sunrise has revealed. &amp;nbsp;Dare I walk into the bathroom? &amp;nbsp;My bedroom? I can imagine the dust covering my dresser and the mirror. &amp;nbsp;I wonder why I can't see it at other times of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I can pretend that what the sun revealed is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not really there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;In an hour or so the light will not be so direct. &amp;nbsp;The dirt and dust will be hidden again. &amp;nbsp;Better than that, I could just close the blinds. &amp;nbsp;I could shut out the light and not see any of the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can admit the truth. My house is not clean but I will do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I can get to work to remove the dirt. No sitting down with prideful satisfaction as if I have arrived. No rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another light besides sunlight...there is &lt;b&gt;SON&lt;/b&gt;light: the light of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is another chance to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And this is the condemnation, that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is come into the world, and men&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;rather than light, because their deeds were evil." John 3:19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No rest, I live remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. Philipians 3:12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt; will I get to rest? &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;When&lt;/b&gt; will I get to sigh with satisfaction that the work is done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it &lt;b&gt;until the day of Jesus Christ&lt;/b&gt;: Phil 1:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 1 Thess 4:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. Revelation 21:23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-3936225799173099968?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3936225799173099968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=3936225799173099968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3936225799173099968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/3936225799173099968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunrise.html' title='A sunrise'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8785990256536891950</id><published>2011-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:58:29.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>What are You doing today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s1600/woman-writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 19, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Sunshine, Dew on the grass, A chicken named Biscuit pecking at her oats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sweaters I bought at the thrift store and a plaid skirt I bought new (but on sale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?  Matthew 6:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when I obey the Lord, I learn more wonderful things about him. &amp;nbsp;And what a wonder He is! &amp;nbsp;Just wondering about him is NOT good enough anymore...I want to &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know. &lt;/i&gt;So, I guess that means more obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to go in there today? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Why do we have to eat so many times in the day? &amp;nbsp;A handful of nuts, a bite of an apple...that's good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this is not good enough for Mr. Santos and three growing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever comes out of that place, I do have some puff pastry and some apples. &amp;nbsp;An apple tart will make things special, don't you think? &amp;nbsp;Plus, it only takes 5 minutes to put together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my "new" sweaters...so warm and cozy on this chilly day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a routine. &amp;nbsp;This is the third week. &amp;nbsp;It is a miracle. &amp;nbsp;I'm not chained to my routine...but it has brought stability to the Santos Times. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a baby shower this week. &amp;nbsp;I love baby showers. &amp;nbsp;And this one is going to be so fun because the baby is already born. &amp;nbsp;Lots of cooing and ahhing over the little one. &amp;nbsp;Lots of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that, food and laughter and women chatting away...can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son last night nibbling his crackers into animal shapes, then using them as actors in his little plays. &amp;nbsp;Childhood passes so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The book of 1 Samuel every day with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah! Really?" was the reaction to chapter 2 verse 21. "And the Lord visited Hannah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, could He visit us?" &amp;nbsp;You can imagine the great conversation that came out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak with a soft voice and kind words today. &amp;nbsp;I have been convicted of my sharp tongue and critical ways. &amp;nbsp;Oh, it has been heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;God is so good to have mercy on me. &amp;nbsp;Please pray for me. &amp;nbsp;I must completely &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;retrain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; myself. &amp;nbsp;Pray that I would have new phrases for the same trials that come up every day. &amp;nbsp;You know the ones: complaining, whining, arguing, ungratefulness. &amp;nbsp;This is the stuff of wifing and parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. Proverbs 31:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The timer ticking away. &amp;nbsp;Without it, Noah would never finish his math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful red roses given as a gift from some friends we had over for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate with almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School, violin lessons, a baby shower, listen to a visiting Bible Teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AIGrB5mtqk/TnePUhSptvI/AAAAAAAACbo/aQI-qAW9c-4/s1600/summer+2011+179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AIGrB5mtqk/TnePUhSptvI/AAAAAAAACbo/aQI-qAW9c-4/s320/summer+2011+179.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunflowers growing at the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8785990256536891950?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8785990256536891950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8785990256536891950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8785990256536891950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8785990256536891950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-are-you-doing-today.html' title='What are You doing today?'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s72-c/woman-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2532988735099578163</id><published>2011-09-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:29:58.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Testimony'/><title type='text'>Isn't He Wonderful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEhh673W5q8/TnaMgfvxb3I/AAAAAAAACbg/73hljBTbNVY/s1600/laughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEhh673W5q8/TnaMgfvxb3I/AAAAAAAACbg/73hljBTbNVY/s1600/laughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much on my heart, so much in my mind and I just want to write it down. &amp;nbsp;How full of joy my heart is, how full of hope! &amp;nbsp;That God could save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the pit! &amp;nbsp;I was lost! I was hopeless! &amp;nbsp;Worse than that, I was a wretch...No. I AM a wretch. &amp;nbsp;But God has changed me so that I can stand in his presence. I have been forgiven of my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha. &amp;nbsp;Ha ha ha ha ha. &amp;nbsp;The Lord has put laughter in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;He has filled my life with good things. Oh Taste and see that the Lord is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a remodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a wonderful meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a good marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a quiver of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than all the riches in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the God of the Universe. &amp;nbsp;Knowing Him is true riches. &amp;nbsp;What does it profit a man to gain the WHOLE world and yet lose his soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2532988735099578163?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2532988735099578163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2532988735099578163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2532988735099578163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2532988735099578163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/isnt-he-wonderful.html' title='Isn&apos;t He Wonderful?'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEhh673W5q8/TnaMgfvxb3I/AAAAAAAACbg/73hljBTbNVY/s72-c/laughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-5835465977931526372</id><published>2011-09-12T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:05:04.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling for Jesus'/><title type='text'>Questions a Christian should ask</title><content type='html'>Being a Christian means making Jesus Christ Lord of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean going to church.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't mean wearing dresses and home schooling my children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is being a follower of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; You know, like follow the leader.&amp;nbsp; In his steps.&amp;nbsp; Copying.&amp;nbsp; It is a unique relationship.&amp;nbsp; Like a marriage, I get a husband, he gets a bride.&amp;nbsp; He paid for me. He bought me. I belong to him.&amp;nbsp; And now...NOW what?&amp;nbsp; Now he is getting me ready.&amp;nbsp; Ready for the wedding feast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;&amp;nbsp;That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,&amp;nbsp;That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. Eph 5:25-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I know the Lord, the more amazing this relationship becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, Jesus was sent by God to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not because I'm some special catch, but because He is Love. 1John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, Jesus came willingly to do what God asked Him to do ~ everything his Father asked him to do.&amp;nbsp; Remember when Mary and Joseph were looking for him in the caravan? (Luke 2) Even as a child he was "about his father's business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;, instead of condemning me, knowing all my sin, he paid my debt.&amp;nbsp; The wages of sin is death.&amp;nbsp; I earned my wages.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is what is &lt;u&gt;owed&lt;/u&gt; to me.&amp;nbsp; But instead of&amp;nbsp;paying what I am due, He took&amp;nbsp;it and gave me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&amp;nbsp; The gift of&amp;nbsp;eternal Life. Oh Jesus, how wonderful you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, He lives not just with me, but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me.&amp;nbsp; He is now Lord of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is he?&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Do I allow him to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is His life, if I have really given it to him,&amp;nbsp;then how does my life demonstrate&amp;nbsp;it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his face.&amp;nbsp; Does it smile or frown at the children?&amp;nbsp; Jesus said&amp;nbsp;"suffer the little children to come unto me."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These are his hands.&amp;nbsp; Are they doing God's work or&amp;nbsp;my own pleasure?&amp;nbsp; These are&amp;nbsp;his feet.&amp;nbsp; Are they going or staying where he wants them to go?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What about my ears?&amp;nbsp; What am I listening to...does Jesus want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;What about my eyes?&amp;nbsp; Does Jesus want to see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I do what Jesus wants only when I am "able?"&amp;nbsp; If I have enough time, strength, money?&amp;nbsp; What if He wants me to do something that seems impossible?&amp;nbsp; It may be impossible for me...but nothing is impossible for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; is made perfect in &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; 2 Cor 12:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jesus really Lord of my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-5835465977931526372?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5835465977931526372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=5835465977931526372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5835465977931526372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/5835465977931526372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/questions-christian-should-ask.html' title='Questions a Christian should ask'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6639482911043351810</id><published>2011-09-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:45:18.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>Fascinating Womanhood</title><content type='html'>So, I've been reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Fascinating Womanhood&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It has been so good to give me a practical picture of&amp;nbsp; femininity.&amp;nbsp; A feminine woman follows her husband.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't mean saying goodbye to common sense.&amp;nbsp; I know that it is hard&amp;nbsp;to believe that being under a man's authority can be a safe place of peace and fulfillment.&amp;nbsp; The world would have us believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote from the book that I really appreciate, especially since the life I live is not one that I ever imagined when I was young(er).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On how to be the perfect follower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. 4 ~ Be Adaptable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be rigid and set in your ways. Adjust to life's circumstances.&amp;nbsp; Follow your husband where he wants to go and adapt to the conditions he provides for you.&amp;nbsp; Every woman who is an ideal wife and makes a man happy has this quality.&amp;nbsp; Rare in women, it is treasured by men.&amp;nbsp; To be adaptable you have to be unselfish, care more about him than yourself, and put your marriage in priority, above all else.&amp;nbsp; But when you cast your bread upon the waters, it comes back buttered.&amp;nbsp; To make it easier, follow these rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be adaptable, don't have inflexible, preconceived ideas about what you want out of life, such as where you want to live, kind of house, lifestyle, economic level, or plans for the children.&amp;nbsp; It's all right to have preconceived ideas as long as they are not inflexible.&amp;nbsp; Rigid ideas may clash with your husband's plans, plans he must carry out to succeed in his masculine role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my youth I had some preconceived ideas.&amp;nbsp; I wanted, when I got married, to live in a white, two-story house on an acre of ground, with tall, rustling trees in the backyard, and a cellar filled with barrels of apples.&amp;nbsp; This was to be on the outskirts of a city of about twenty thousand.&amp;nbsp; There was snow in the winter and green fields in the summer.&amp;nbsp; I found through the years that this dream got in my way, made me less adaptable than I should have been.&amp;nbsp; When I discarded it I was happier and a better wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be adaptable &lt;strong&gt;make your dreams portable&lt;/strong&gt; so you can carry them with you.&amp;nbsp; Plan to be happy anywhere - on a mountainside or a burning desert, in poverty's vale or abounding in wealth.&amp;nbsp; If you focus on making a success of your home life, it's easy to make your dreams portable." ~ Helen Andelin, &lt;em&gt;Fascinating Womanhood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqQS1E3c2ow/TmkuMMQg5gI/AAAAAAAACbY/bXhnb2HjFRM/s1600/hans+dahl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqQS1E3c2ow/TmkuMMQg5gI/AAAAAAAACbY/bXhnb2HjFRM/s400/hans+dahl.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;painting by Hans Dahl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(one of my favorite painters!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/2629502422667863567-6639482911043351810?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6639482911043351810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=6639482911043351810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6639482911043351810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6639482911043351810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/fascinating-womanhood.html' title='Fascinating Womanhood'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqQS1E3c2ow/TmkuMMQg5gI/AAAAAAAACbY/bXhnb2HjFRM/s72-c/hans+dahl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6795443685805922750</id><published>2011-09-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:06:02.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>First September daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s1600/woman-writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 6th, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early sunshiny morning.&amp;nbsp; It is very cool and crisp, but this afternoon promises to be warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought what a wonderful thing that is?&amp;nbsp; How it can get a person through the darkest time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is built on nothing less &lt;br /&gt;than Jesus' blood and righteousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust the sweetest frame, &lt;br /&gt;but wholly lean on Jesus' name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand, &lt;br /&gt;all other ground is sinking sand; &lt;br /&gt;all other ground is sinking sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;nbsp;though I have called myself a sinner in the past, I have not often&amp;nbsp;believed it.&amp;nbsp; If I did, how could I&amp;nbsp;be as&amp;nbsp;prideful and judgemental as I've been?&amp;nbsp; All that pride came from a heart that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&amp;nbsp;believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she was a&amp;nbsp;pretty good person deserving of good and fair treatment - certainly not death or hell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crock pot roast, since we will be out&amp;nbsp;at the lake today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A knee length turquoise skirt with a white tee-shirt and flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a schedule for a new school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pick more strawberries today.&amp;nbsp; God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVk6rI9ULbg/TmZQ8EK2vNI/AAAAAAAACaE/MglSYjUulQE/s1600/summer+2011+201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVk6rI9ULbg/TmZQ8EK2vNI/AAAAAAAACaE/MglSYjUulQE/s320/summer+2011+201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what we picked three days ago.&amp;nbsp; We are hoping for the same amount today.&amp;nbsp; Isn't God so good to us?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun weekend my children had. Mr. Santos took Noah camping and panning for gold. They had a great adventure. A day later he took all the children to the river for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWEWb5QK4hg/TmZPQnFSdgI/AAAAAAAACZ8/_q4HKGLXymM/s1600/summer+2011+225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWEWb5QK4hg/TmZPQnFSdgI/AAAAAAAACZ8/_q4HKGLXymM/s320/summer+2011+225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;enjoying a campfire at home with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fascinating Womanhood&lt;/em&gt;...still and I am still enjoying it and hating it at the same time. It is due back at the library today, so I guess I will have to buy it.&amp;nbsp; It is such a valuable resource for learning how to be truly feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to order the history and science books I finally decided on...it's only September!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my children coughing.&amp;nbsp; All three of them woke up with a cold this morning.&amp;nbsp;Ginger tea on it's way! And lots of Body Balance too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we should stay home from the lake?&amp;nbsp; Only, when we are outdoors they seem to suffer so much less from coughing and congestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The children are busy bees doing their chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clean shed!&amp;nbsp; Now I have a great place to store all those pumpkins and potatoes from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iron out most of the kinks of our new schedule and enjoy every last drop of sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvefz9DP6zg/TmZOIL1AAjI/AAAAAAAACZw/dh759_bGvYY/s1600/Summer+2011+164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvefz9DP6zg/TmZOIL1AAjI/AAAAAAAACZw/dh759_bGvYY/s320/Summer+2011+164.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our pet chicken "Biscuit" about to gobble some blackberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaBFsxfgQq4/TmZOQU3BglI/AAAAAAAACZ0/OhavtrHc6V0/s1600/Summer+2011+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaBFsxfgQq4/TmZOQU3BglI/AAAAAAAACZ0/OhavtrHc6V0/s320/Summer+2011+165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ Who else is in the doll house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-6795443685805922750?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6795443685805922750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=6795443685805922750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6795443685805922750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6795443685805922750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-september-daybook.html' title='First September daybook'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s72-c/woman-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-6751098976386811759</id><published>2011-09-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:09:03.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Sit with me! Have some tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo9gAlE3--I/Tl_II9WBIPI/AAAAAAAACZo/thlo5XTucXQ/s1600/teapot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo9gAlE3--I/Tl_II9WBIPI/AAAAAAAACZo/thlo5XTucXQ/s320/teapot.jpg" width="220" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please join my dear friend Ruth and others &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more Tea Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Lemon Ginger Tea.&amp;nbsp; It is warm and soothing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having it in a cobalt blue mug.&amp;nbsp; And there is more in a plain porcelain tea pot when our cups are empty.&amp;nbsp; So drink up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things - happy things, sad things, serious and&amp;nbsp;tragic things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A milestone&amp;nbsp;to share...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Sophia her first pair of earrings last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a gift to her to celebrate being in&amp;nbsp;the Bible Bee.&amp;nbsp; She memorized about&amp;nbsp;100 verses. The goal was to memorize 250 verses.&amp;nbsp; But 100 is still quite an accomplishment!&amp;nbsp; And her father and I are more than proud of her.&amp;nbsp; She ranked number 205 out of 639 children in her division. (7-10 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bu-XTJWcvJY/Tl_FMW5_lbI/AAAAAAAACZI/gU1tTkq1FJY/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bu-XTJWcvJY/Tl_FMW5_lbI/AAAAAAAACZI/gU1tTkq1FJY/s200/Bible+Bee+2011+013.jpg" width="200" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MY3x7YM54vM/Tl_FUGvh8MI/AAAAAAAACZM/mZvtC7Kvi88/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MY3x7YM54vM/Tl_FUGvh8MI/AAAAAAAACZM/mZvtC7Kvi88/s200/Bible+Bee+2011+014.jpg" width="200" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJIOLNvhwhQ/Tl_FbeXdVmI/AAAAAAAACZQ/xs81sW4fEyU/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJIOLNvhwhQ/Tl_FbeXdVmI/AAAAAAAACZQ/xs81sW4fEyU/s200/Bible+Bee+2011+016.jpg" width="200" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lovely? I am already missing her as I see her changing from a child into a young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sister, Naomi, threw a little party for her - decorating the table and even doing all of the food herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yowuuHnVQE/Tl_FsdnYEDI/AAAAAAAACZU/dqGgnvJDyIo/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yowuuHnVQE/Tl_FsdnYEDI/AAAAAAAACZU/dqGgnvJDyIo/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+019.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1eEzcyNrOA/Tl_F3S4CSRI/AAAAAAAACZY/_z-2Hn2d04M/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1eEzcyNrOA/Tl_F3S4CSRI/AAAAAAAACZY/_z-2Hn2d04M/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+028.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those square things are graham crackers with waffle pieces and peanut butter.&amp;nbsp; You can have them with or without pickles.&amp;nbsp; (he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzf30WFlzk8/Tl_F_hh_VrI/AAAAAAAACZc/YReTuk-PY_E/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzf30WFlzk8/Tl_F_hh_VrI/AAAAAAAACZc/YReTuk-PY_E/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+029.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks NeNe for a fun party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-6751098976386811759?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6751098976386811759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=6751098976386811759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6751098976386811759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/6751098976386811759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sit-with-me-have-some-tea.html' title='Sit with me! Have some tea'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo9gAlE3--I/Tl_II9WBIPI/AAAAAAAACZo/thlo5XTucXQ/s72-c/teapot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7794399977310390711</id><published>2011-08-31T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:37:53.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>They like 'em burned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday my children will be out and about at breakfast time and they may&amp;nbsp;be served something that looks like this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOdN5Ydui2s/Tl7Cn6-BNyI/AAAAAAAACYw/2sXe-XbW0us/s1600/pancakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOdN5Ydui2s/Tl7Cn6-BNyI/AAAAAAAACYw/2sXe-XbW0us/s320/pancakes.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I thought we were going to eat pancakes?"&amp;nbsp; They may question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"These ARE pancakes silly Santos child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With bewilderment, they will reply&amp;nbsp;"I never saw any pancakes like this before!&amp;nbsp; Why aren't they black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVWtSJ7IoqU/Tl7DV_I4RkI/AAAAAAAACY0/g9b56Do_Ukw/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVWtSJ7IoqU/Tl7DV_I4RkI/AAAAAAAACY0/g9b56Do_Ukw/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+037.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, those little black things are not mini-charcoals.&amp;nbsp; They are plump blueberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHB0Ae9c1Tg/Tl7DjbZj6LI/AAAAAAAACY4/hCLEXcRBiQU/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHB0Ae9c1Tg/Tl7DjbZj6LI/AAAAAAAACY4/hCLEXcRBiQU/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+038.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh so you think it&amp;nbsp;is child abuse to serve such a breakfast?&amp;nbsp; I would argue and say, "Look at Noah and Naomi reaching for seconds!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ5dpmzUD1w/Tl7D4LMvBMI/AAAAAAAACZA/nkdrHSE1LNE/s1600/Bible+Bee+2011+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ5dpmzUD1w/Tl7D4LMvBMI/AAAAAAAACZA/nkdrHSE1LNE/s320/Bible+Bee+2011+039.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The final pancake was a success by typical pancake standards.&amp;nbsp; But, after all the children had a taste, they shrugged their shoulders and said "I don't know, Mom. It's missing something.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you should&amp;nbsp;cook it some more."&lt;/span&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-7794399977310390711?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7794399977310390711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7794399977310390711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7794399977310390711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7794399977310390711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-like-em-burned.html' title='They like &apos;em burned'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOdN5Ydui2s/Tl7Cn6-BNyI/AAAAAAAACYw/2sXe-XbW0us/s72-c/pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2526047598062784520</id><published>2011-08-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:07:08.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Envy Revealed (part 2)</title><content type='html'>So after the Lord gently reminded me of the &lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/envy.html"&gt;Great Mercy I enjoy&lt;/a&gt;, He told me a few stories.&amp;nbsp; I had heard them before...Many, many times.&amp;nbsp; But the Lord has a way of telling a story to make it's application so personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story was&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Jonah-Chapter-1/"&gt;Jonah and the Whale&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Click the link to read it all. It is short.&amp;nbsp; I could hear the still small voice of God tell my heart "Laura, you are just like Jonah.&amp;nbsp; You would rather endure a great storm than to have someone that you hate enjoy my mercy.&amp;nbsp; That is greed.&amp;nbsp; That is envy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, I was surprised by this revelation.&amp;nbsp; I always thought Jonah was so&amp;nbsp;wicked in his disobedience.&amp;nbsp; I judged him harshly, thinking "Jonah, how could you wish all those people dead?"&amp;nbsp; But just as it says in Romans 2:1 whatever I judge in someone else,&amp;nbsp;I am guilty of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't really gotten the full affect of this revelation before my Lord was speaking to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was the story of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Luke-Chapter-15/"&gt;The Prodigal Son&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I stood in the place of the elder brother, angry.&amp;nbsp; God, my father came out to meet me, to entreat me.&amp;nbsp; My response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Lord.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to celebrate his homecoming.&amp;nbsp; I have been here working hard for you, obeying, serving.&amp;nbsp; He has waisted all my time.&amp;nbsp; I could have had a happy life, but he has made it miserable! Now you want to celebrate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, always gently, "Laura, my daughter, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Luke 15:31&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Does God take away his blessing from one child to give to another? No.&amp;nbsp; He is big enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to cringe a little at this new idea of me being a greedy envious person ~ wanting all of God's blessing for myself and maybe for the&amp;nbsp;"deserving" people too.&amp;nbsp; But everyone?&amp;nbsp; My enemies? Hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there was a third story.&amp;nbsp; This was the clincher.&amp;nbsp; This was the pounding gavel that declared, without question, my envy.&amp;nbsp; It was the parable of the &lt;a href="http://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/book.php?book=Matthew&amp;amp;chapter=20&amp;amp;verse="&gt;Householder who hired laborers for his&amp;nbsp;vineyard&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The Lord showed me that I was standing in the shoes of the workers hired early in the day.&amp;nbsp; After all, I have been a Christian for many years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday (the blessings of knowing the householder) was coming.&amp;nbsp; The thought of my enemy receiving the same as me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why the Bible is full of verses like Proverbs 14:12, which reads "There is a way which seems right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart I knew that my obedience to God might actually help my enemy to be saved.&amp;nbsp; He might not only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the gospel message, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it in my life.&amp;nbsp; I refused to obey.&amp;nbsp; I thought I wanted to forgive.&amp;nbsp; I thought I wanted NOT to hate anymore.&amp;nbsp; But God was trying my heart...revealing what was REALLY there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, yet Firmly, he said to me,&amp;nbsp;"'Take what is yours and go your way. I wish to give to this last man the same as to you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eye evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because I am good?" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Matthew 20:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the &lt;strong&gt;lust of the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. 1John 2:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I envious of? My neighbors beautiful house? Her easy life? Nope. I was envious of the blessings of God. Not willing to share&amp;nbsp;them with people I didn't like or who I thought ought to suffer. Now that I am typing this out it makes me think of how the Jews treated the Samaritans in Bible times. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know. I have looked in the mirror and seen the truth. Will I be a hearer only? Or will I be a doer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doer. I must. God is faithful, he will not leave me here unfinished. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2526047598062784520?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2526047598062784520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2526047598062784520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2526047598062784520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2526047598062784520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/envy-revealed-part-2.html' title='Envy Revealed (part 2)'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2449687218973350550</id><published>2011-08-28T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:25:45.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Envy (part 1)</title><content type='html'>When I think of being jealous or envious, I think of coveting.&amp;nbsp; Wanting other people's things, their looks, their lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; And for the last few years I would have told you (and believed it adamantly) that I was NOT a jealous person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been mostly content.&amp;nbsp; I see that God is in control of what I have and don't have.&amp;nbsp; If I need it (or even want it) I ask and wait and receive...or not.&amp;nbsp; It is usually easy for me to go without and "make due".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being envious? No, not really, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God's Word is&amp;nbsp;"a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, "The refining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD trieth the hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&amp;nbsp; That means The LORD himself,&amp;nbsp; will bring to surface the dross - the mess - the sin and yuckiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he do this?&amp;nbsp; To&amp;nbsp;accuse and condemn?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; There is therefore now &lt;em&gt;no condemnation&lt;/em&gt; to those who are in Christ Jesus.&amp;nbsp; But He is making me, conforming me into His image.&amp;nbsp; He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~oOo~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I have struggled for years with one person who provokes me to no end.&amp;nbsp; It is a relationship I cannot avoid.&amp;nbsp; I have suffered false accusations, injustice, abuse, plain meanness and even humiliation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the LORD says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Love your enemies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Pray for those who spitefully use you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"If your enemy is hungry, give him something to eat.&amp;nbsp; If he is thirsty, give him something to drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Forgive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are hard lessons to learn, But with God all things are possible.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; Then why was I having such a hard time doing them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Envy.&amp;nbsp; Envy can keep you from learning these lessons, from obeying God's commands.&lt;/div&gt;"Lord," I prayed one hard night, "I want to obey you. I want to love this person and forgive.&amp;nbsp; But I am just full of HATE. Help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, I heard his reply. "The Lord shall fight for you and you shall hold your peace." Ex 14:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Lord, You've said that before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But I don't trust you."&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The hate in my heart started to bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I continued praying, "You are so merciful. You will not give him what he deserves! You are so patient and kind...look how he gets away with so much.&amp;nbsp; You give him so many chances. And I have to suffer for it while you&amp;nbsp;patiently wait for his repentance!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, "Laura, my Mercy is given to whoever I will. You have benefited from my mercy. Even now you are benefiting from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, The LORD reminded me of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/envy-revealed-part-2.html"&gt;THREE Bible stories&lt;/a&gt; that I have heard a 'million' times.&amp;nbsp; They revealed the jealousy in my heart.&amp;nbsp; I was full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;envy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...and this is why I could not love and forgive this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know what those stories are?&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherefore laying aside all malice, and all guile, and hypocrisies, and &lt;strong&gt;envies&lt;/strong&gt;, and all evil speakings, As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby: If so be ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious. 1 Peter 2:1-3 &lt;/em&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-2449687218973350550?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2449687218973350550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2449687218973350550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2449687218973350550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2449687218973350550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/envy.html' title='Envy (part 1)'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-4396842503745493821</id><published>2011-08-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:42:41.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime fun'/><title type='text'>Staycation Spot #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Believe it or not, we don't spend all our days pulling weeds at&amp;nbsp;the farm.&amp;nbsp; Ha, I think I would go crazy if we did.&amp;nbsp; We have had fun this summer going on walks.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would share a few of our favorites with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our Number 1 favorite is the walk down to Anderson Beach.&amp;nbsp; This trail is only open during the Summer because of the danger of slides and fallen trees.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here are the children ready for the hike down, down, down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpyjWOHhkw8/TlfQfZh5vkI/AAAAAAAACXs/kc7pPwlz1CE/s1600/Summer+2011+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpyjWOHhkw8/TlfQfZh5vkI/AAAAAAAACXs/kc7pPwlz1CE/s320/Summer+2011+102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JzmtOYmrLzU/TlfdJYBvfSI/AAAAAAAACX0/fZ7yNa_isjc/s1600/Summer+2011+109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JzmtOYmrLzU/TlfdJYBvfSI/AAAAAAAACX0/fZ7yNa_isjc/s320/Summer+2011+109.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Right away we run into some obstacle across the trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC5Gxk5PfX0/TlfdSMQ1nRI/AAAAAAAACX4/Rmv8Q2gmS7I/s1600/Summer+2011+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC5Gxk5PfX0/TlfdSMQ1nRI/AAAAAAAACX4/Rmv8Q2gmS7I/s320/Summer+2011+111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;About half-way down you can see the promise of the beach waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vwCq2IZvFs/TlfdhJ3dhoI/AAAAAAAACX8/qio07t15ZPQ/s1600/Summer+2011+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vwCq2IZvFs/TlfdhJ3dhoI/AAAAAAAACX8/qio07t15ZPQ/s320/Summer+2011+112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uh-oh...more fallen trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS1B4WiRdks/TlfdtjjyZfI/AAAAAAAACYA/y1nHvwsvB0E/s1600/Summer+2011+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS1B4WiRdks/TlfdtjjyZfI/AAAAAAAACYA/y1nHvwsvB0E/s320/Summer+2011+114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the bottom, the trail level out to a fork.&amp;nbsp; Which way should we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LPL7zv1CkM/Tlfd4XC58PI/AAAAAAAACYE/UYyAoYx9l8o/s1600/Summer+2011+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LPL7zv1CkM/Tlfd4XC58PI/AAAAAAAACYE/UYyAoYx9l8o/s320/Summer+2011+115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l-nEl6ed94/TlfeUNKeJlI/AAAAAAAACYM/SilwrpO_r-0/s1600/Summer+2011+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l-nEl6ed94/TlfeUNKeJlI/AAAAAAAACYM/SilwrpO_r-0/s320/Summer+2011+121.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a reward for our little hike.&amp;nbsp; Diamonds on the water...and our own "private" beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vY9PMZ6DWD4/TlfeiQs5maI/AAAAAAAACYQ/P_MAxHi3vaY/s1600/Summer+2011+135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vY9PMZ6DWD4/TlfeiQs5maI/AAAAAAAACYQ/P_MAxHi3vaY/s320/Summer+2011+135.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvKBKQa2ayk/TlfexrlPzTI/AAAAAAAACYU/I4Wp-DHCRDo/s1600/Summer+2011+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvKBKQa2ayk/TlfexrlPzTI/AAAAAAAACYU/I4Wp-DHCRDo/s320/Summer+2011+143.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then we have to walk back up! It's quite a work-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3G3tVemGkI/TlffCKn4p0I/AAAAAAAACYY/zyD6GezM47c/s1600/Summer+2011+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3G3tVemGkI/TlffCKn4p0I/AAAAAAAACYY/zyD6GezM47c/s320/Summer+2011+144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Ya17BjZ4c/TlffMyoZTOI/AAAAAAAACYc/tLe5sdEbctQ/s1600/Summer+2011+152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Ya17BjZ4c/TlffMyoZTOI/AAAAAAAACYc/tLe5sdEbctQ/s320/Summer+2011+152.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DdyzXfp-ic/TlffYfoxPdI/AAAAAAAACYg/Ws1XFl0VyRk/s1600/Summer+2011+167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DdyzXfp-ic/TlffYfoxPdI/AAAAAAAACYg/Ws1XFl0VyRk/s320/Summer+2011+167.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's me in my big floppy hat and of course my yummy boy all covered in sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNgJfxzFI6M/Tlff3oMuh5I/AAAAAAAACYk/WgPB82OxN2M/s1600/Summer+2011+166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNgJfxzFI6M/Tlff3oMuh5I/AAAAAAAACYk/WgPB82OxN2M/s320/Summer+2011+166.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;photo makes us laugh out loud every time...Sophia Lou, we're loving you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9xpQe6VdJw/TlfgD-dN4cI/AAAAAAAACYo/nycexXEoDxc/s1600/Summer+2011+153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9xpQe6VdJw/TlfgD-dN4cI/AAAAAAAACYo/nycexXEoDxc/s320/Summer+2011+153.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Naomi, my elevator. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2629502422667863567-4396842503745493821?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4396842503745493821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=4396842503745493821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4396842503745493821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/4396842503745493821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/staycation-spot-1.html' title='Staycation Spot #1'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpyjWOHhkw8/TlfQfZh5vkI/AAAAAAAACXs/kc7pPwlz1CE/s72-c/Summer+2011+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8356684275609162772</id><published>2011-08-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:11:52.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time (but just water)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-fxtAK3vAU/TladsPOWTlI/AAAAAAAACXY/ef1m1ih5WiQ/s1600/chickadee+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-fxtAK3vAU/TladsPOWTlI/AAAAAAAACXY/ef1m1ih5WiQ/s1600/chickadee+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Water with a little grapefruit seed extract in it.&amp;nbsp; Had my tooth removed yesterday so the&amp;nbsp;extract&amp;nbsp;acts as an antibiotic.&amp;nbsp; It is hot today, YEAH!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;80 degrees with a lovely breeze.&amp;nbsp; Does it get any better?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt. And Angry. But I am also feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it doesn't matter how I feel.&amp;nbsp; What am I doing?&amp;nbsp; How am I acting?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say...I feel like I love my family...what am I &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; to prove that?&lt;br /&gt;I say...I&amp;nbsp;feel like I trust God...Am I being obedient or doing my own thing because I *really* trust myself more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices we make.&amp;nbsp; If you are a Christian, you are a member of a body.&amp;nbsp; When one member suffers ( or sins), the whole body suffers.&amp;nbsp; When one member rejoices ( or obeys), the whole body rejoices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;FAITH, in its simplest, truest, mightiest form, is-to do God's will in the one thing revealing itself at the moment as duty. ~ George MacDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-8356684275609162772?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8356684275609162772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8356684275609162772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8356684275609162772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8356684275609162772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tea-time-but-just-water.html' title='Tea Time (but just water)'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-fxtAK3vAU/TladsPOWTlI/AAAAAAAACXY/ef1m1ih5WiQ/s72-c/chickadee+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7329000949918481946</id><published>2011-08-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:21:49.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>A kind thought from a friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kdruKxuo8/TlQmLzKLAQI/AAAAAAAACXM/NUCHTZ7-kn8/s320/thank+you+jo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For presenting me with an award...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fZ9ODj_-zs/TlQmVE-ZtHI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4sjPufD2_5I/s1600/versatile_blogger_award.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fZ9ODj_-zs/TlQmVE-ZtHI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4sjPufD2_5I/s1600/versatile_blogger_award.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never win anything.&amp;nbsp; Well, I guess I shouldn't say "never."&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; win anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blog friend &lt;a href="http://jo-stophaveachat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo, at Stop...have a chat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;chose me for this award.&amp;nbsp; I encourage you to visit her site, especially on a wednesday as she does an Art post then.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so much from her and always enjoy my visits at her cheerful blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Link the person back who awarded you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Answer the following questions below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Award this to 10 bloggers (it might be a few less than this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven things about myself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the clothing style of the thirties and forties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot eat cheesecake or drink coffee.&amp;nbsp; Too Bad, they taste so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to visit China or&amp;nbsp;Spain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like I am "winging it" in every area of my life.&amp;nbsp; Thankful for the Lord who is called "Counselor."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love living in the Pacific Northwest, even with all the rain.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;the most beautiful place on earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot multitask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I am very organized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name your favorite color-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Red.&lt;/span&gt; But I do love looking at a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sapphire blue ocean&lt;/span&gt; with sunshine diamonds dancing on it. That is the most beautiful color of all...makes me melt inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name your favorite song-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Great thou Art...almost any version.&amp;nbsp; I also like Fernando Ortega's version of Great is thy Faithfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name your favorite dessert-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecan pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What ticks you off- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this question. Sounds "out of control."&amp;nbsp; What makes me &lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt; is blame shifting.&amp;nbsp; It is a great distress to me to find it in myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you’re upset you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek the Lord, of course. Cry. Sigh. Call my best friend. Pray. Eat a piece of chocolate. Pray some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your favorite pet-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a pet that doesn't poop? I love birds. We have a pet chicken. I think parrots are awesome (but I don't like loud squawking) There is a parrot at the farm where we pick up our raw milk.&amp;nbsp; He always says "Thank you very much. Come again" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black or white-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White. It is clean and neat and bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your biggest fear-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deceived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best feature-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! I guess my smile, though I am pretty plain looking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My smile is&amp;nbsp;usually genuine though, and a genuine smile is a great feature on anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday attitude-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in the Lord. Everything in every day is ordained by Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is perfection-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo said "Only God, only Jesus Christ, only the Holy Spirit", which I naturally agree with.&amp;nbsp; But in a worldly sense I would say, high quality beautiful stationery.&amp;nbsp; love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilty pleasure-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I don't like this phrase.&amp;nbsp; Every good and perfect gift comes from the Lord and if it brings guilt...better not do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pleasure in lying on the beach in the sun.&amp;nbsp; Oh what a pleasure it is (if it is not too hot. I love a cool breeze) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some blogs that I enjoy visiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (but may not accept awards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailydivine247.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth at Daily Divine&lt;/a&gt; - if we ever meet in real life, I am sure that we will be able to talk for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleasantviewschoolhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pleasant View School House&lt;/a&gt; - (eye candy and wonderful Etsy shop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkibility.blogspot.com/"&gt;Think and thinkability&lt;/a&gt; - a new blog by a lovely lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rainbows-and-waterfalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wildflower Cottage&lt;/a&gt; - a simple, unassuming, honest woman who likes poetry (and a good friend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could list many many more.&amp;nbsp; I love blogging and have met so many wonderful people (all over the world) through this venue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7329000949918481946?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7329000949918481946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7329000949918481946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7329000949918481946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7329000949918481946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/kind-thought-from-friend.html' title='A kind thought from a friend!'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kdruKxuo8/TlQmLzKLAQI/AAAAAAAACXM/NUCHTZ7-kn8/s72-c/thank+you+jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7486910606622712512</id><published>2011-08-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:09:40.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Monday Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s1600/woman-writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the icon for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;FOR TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 22, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Outside our window... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister's birthday today.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And the birth of Abianne Elaine...Welcome sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am learning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that "Ungrateful" (that devil) is always justified.&amp;nbsp; Stay away! Do not humor him because he is so convincing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of leftovers...too bad.&amp;nbsp; Now I have to THINK about what to make for the next few days.&amp;nbsp; It will have to be something with potatoes, since we only have a cazillion growing in the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A flirty blue and white polka dot dress...my husband's favorite...with some flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few batches of meatballs to put into a friend's freezer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have an infected root canal removed. YUCK. Turns out it has been infected (unbeknownst to me) for several years and the source of many of my health problems.&amp;nbsp; It is a clear and wonderful answer to my prayers.&amp;nbsp; I am happy to see good health and vitality on the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is at hand...Rev 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is at hand...1 Peter 4:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fascinating Womanhood&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'm enjoying it and hating it at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Have you read this book?&amp;nbsp; What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To visit my sisters in California next month.&amp;nbsp; Pray with me!&amp;nbsp; My little 'savings' is adding up and I am excited to buy a ticket soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the quiet of the night.&amp;nbsp; Children all tucked in their beds, visions of chores and schoolwork dancing in their heads.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not quite.&amp;nbsp; We still have another week before we really set to homeschooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The kitchen is clean, the dryer is&amp;nbsp;humming, and&amp;nbsp;"Biscuit"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;our sweet chicken is in her box at the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...but we can't leave her outside...all by herself... in the cold dark night...not sweet little Biscuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revelations of truth...so satisfying! but sometimes painful.&amp;nbsp; Still, a wonderful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A few plans for the week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to the county fair, a visit to the beach with friends, more Bible Bee drills (the contest is SATURDAY! pray for dear Sophia) and rest rest rest.&amp;nbsp; Thankful that my fatigue is not a sign of laziness but a serious infection.&amp;nbsp; God is so good to lead us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a video I am sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our church service at the park yesterday. It was a beautiful day as you can see in the video. We shared a yummy picnic and good conversations after the service. Mr. Santos took us for a little walk along the trails and we enjoyed a wonderful day of sunshine. It even got a bit hot in the afternoon. Again, I can't say it enough. God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0lD9CQzBchg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7486910606622712512?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7486910606622712512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7486910606622712512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7486910606622712512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7486910606622712512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-daybook.html' title='Monday Daybook'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZj8y0QIC8/TlMrkLXFH0I/AAAAAAAACXE/DATznCsgCQI/s72-c/woman-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-7918207606734144</id><published>2011-08-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:33:53.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>No time for Tea - just a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s1600/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s320/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg" t8="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just sitting down for a break before I head out the door to the farm.&amp;nbsp; It is COLD&amp;nbsp;(at least for me)&amp;nbsp;Please please don't go away Summer!&amp;nbsp; I know this is&amp;nbsp;the opposite&amp;nbsp;of what most of the U.S. feels. But, our warm days have been few and&amp;nbsp;far between this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; You know when you go to clean out a closet, you have to make a mess first?&amp;nbsp; It seems that way with the attitudes in my house.&amp;nbsp; Lots of stuff is coming out so we can get our negative&amp;nbsp;attitudes and&amp;nbsp; thinking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cleaned up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But what a mess it is making...seems like it will never be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the one doing most of the work. Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been practicing "do overs."&amp;nbsp; Whenever someone is rude or ungrateful we say "do it over."&amp;nbsp; Then it must be said or done again but in the proper way.&amp;nbsp; I'm ashamed to say that I have to do "do overs" just as often as the children.&amp;nbsp; Guess that is why they are struggling so...because of my poor example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's eyes are upon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's ears are open unto me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not alone.&amp;nbsp; Never.&amp;nbsp; Nothing, (not even this mess around me) can separate me from his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Quote to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.&amp;nbsp;Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ 1John 4:7-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Tea Time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-7918207606734144?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7918207606734144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=7918207606734144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7918207606734144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/7918207606734144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-having.html' title='No time for Tea - just a break'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B3zkout3QE/Tfpeu3l1pvI/AAAAAAAACO4/vLv1uTpJ2Zg/s72-c/a+cup+of+tea+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2697716674590582634</id><published>2011-08-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:35:37.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Summer Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGsphS_fkV8/Tkb05YlB6SI/AAAAAAAACVU/l1r3QMJMm-0/s1600/Summer+2011+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGsphS_fkV8/Tkb05YlB6SI/AAAAAAAACVU/l1r3QMJMm-0/s320/Summer+2011+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is one spoiled chicken.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbSdhPHnD8s/Tkb1Adbnv0I/AAAAAAAACVY/6vugudF-IDA/s1600/Summer+2011+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbSdhPHnD8s/Tkb1Adbnv0I/AAAAAAAACVY/6vugudF-IDA/s320/Summer+2011+094.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is bundled up for her nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zibk3q-_lFY/Tkb1FbwJ6DI/AAAAAAAACVc/nmbShLzjzWY/s1600/Summer+2011+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zibk3q-_lFY/Tkb1FbwJ6DI/AAAAAAAACVc/nmbShLzjzWY/s320/Summer+2011+095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sleeping soundly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HW4CvLkkgBM/Tkb1MiSYuXI/AAAAAAAACVg/prCtfwLVvrw/s1600/Summer+2011+085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HW4CvLkkgBM/Tkb1MiSYuXI/AAAAAAAACVg/prCtfwLVvrw/s320/Summer+2011+085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every ant, spider, worm or critter for her pleasure alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0YGP8ZJ-Gc/Tkb1UvpYo0I/AAAAAAAACVk/cEva1yadHqk/s1600/Summer+2011+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0YGP8ZJ-Gc/Tkb1UvpYo0I/AAAAAAAACVk/cEva1yadHqk/s320/Summer+2011+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The flower pots I admire through my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7-PvnPP9E4/Tkb1ZjSHMAI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q63wSt3nuMg/s1600/Summer+2011+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7-PvnPP9E4/Tkb1ZjSHMAI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q63wSt3nuMg/s320/Summer+2011+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They make my little grey box of a house smile with hospitality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z8kCxp90o0/Tkb1g_p6o0I/AAAAAAAACVs/K0r3ZR5WrYY/s1600/Summer+2011+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z8kCxp90o0/Tkb1g_p6o0I/AAAAAAAACVs/K0r3ZR5WrYY/s320/Summer+2011+070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our pumpkin patch at the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skAJvn6xLG4/Tkb1o5m_jLI/AAAAAAAACVw/uUn_sYsMLYo/s1600/Summer+2011+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skAJvn6xLG4/Tkb1o5m_jLI/AAAAAAAACVw/uUn_sYsMLYo/s320/Summer+2011+071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those little shoots Mr. Santos is walking over are supposed to be zinnias.&amp;nbsp; There is still a chance they will come up...if we can get some heat over here.&amp;nbsp; We have had sun, but no heat...only in the 70's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b__ggVS0FI8/Tkb1vandnRI/AAAAAAAACV0/HQNAj6Zlq0k/s1600/Summer+2011+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b__ggVS0FI8/Tkb1vandnRI/AAAAAAAACV0/HQNAj6Zlq0k/s320/Summer+2011+077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The main Strawberry and Raspberry harvest is over, but we still go and pick a small bucket&amp;nbsp;every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Wp41FdxUo/Tkb13AXHs4I/AAAAAAAACV4/kfM4xcbDF5E/s1600/Summer+2011+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Wp41FdxUo/Tkb13AXHs4I/AAAAAAAACV4/kfM4xcbDF5E/s320/Summer+2011+073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sunflowers.&amp;nbsp; They seem to be doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RTHOHq891s/Tkb2BXedFOI/AAAAAAAACV8/ycArKtYLWr0/s1600/Summer+2011+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RTHOHq891s/Tkb2BXedFOI/AAAAAAAACV8/ycArKtYLWr0/s320/Summer+2011+081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They should be taller than me in a couple weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq3ylaTTQTY/Tkb2IABj9vI/AAAAAAAACWA/lzPOS0FM0CE/s1600/Summer+2011+075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq3ylaTTQTY/Tkb2IABj9vI/AAAAAAAACWA/lzPOS0FM0CE/s320/Summer+2011+075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our daily berry ration...a sweet pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKfnpcN9OFI/Tkb2W7PldXI/AAAAAAAACWE/yM0vnzT8zXM/s1600/Summer+2011+088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKfnpcN9OFI/Tkb2W7PldXI/AAAAAAAACWE/yM0vnzT8zXM/s320/Summer+2011+088.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The MEN. Always tending, working, weeding, sowing.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Santos puts in 3-4 hours an evening AFTER he gets off&amp;nbsp;work.&amp;nbsp; God bless&amp;nbsp;him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3IQUEz5JH4/Tkb2hCT5BrI/AAAAAAAACWI/Y4T5mBeB2ko/s1600/Summer+2011+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3IQUEz5JH4/Tkb2hCT5BrI/AAAAAAAACWI/Y4T5mBeB2ko/s320/Summer+2011+090.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not only hard workers...But absolutely HANDSOME too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf9rVqMeRAs/Tkb2uS9DDKI/AAAAAAAACWM/-Xf8CCtdwAA/s1600/Summer+2011+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf9rVqMeRAs/Tkb2uS9DDKI/AAAAAAAACWM/-Xf8CCtdwAA/s320/Summer+2011+096.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tasty summer meals.&amp;nbsp; Corn salad with watermelon for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8jMlARiEWA/Tkb28yhJKvI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2ZI2sI5etys/s1600/Summer+2011+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8jMlARiEWA/Tkb28yhJKvI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2ZI2sI5etys/s320/Summer+2011+043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These onions are growing in our back yard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hVhv-Ikn5c/Tkb3DAa8eII/AAAAAAAACWU/dj-csT8bblQ/s1600/Summer+2011+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hVhv-Ikn5c/Tkb3DAa8eII/AAAAAAAACWU/dj-csT8bblQ/s320/Summer+2011+040.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Corn...they are growing tall...but all green stalks still...no corn yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7DWH15d1aU/Tkb4NxHMpjI/AAAAAAAACWg/mS6FZHFPGvo/s1600/Summer+2011+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7DWH15d1aU/Tkb4NxHMpjI/AAAAAAAACWg/mS6FZHFPGvo/s320/Summer+2011+042.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My tomatoe plants.&amp;nbsp; Dreaming of salsa from my garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKBm5Oq6wPc/Tkb4Tq9YfBI/AAAAAAAACWk/EFbysJSzbTo/s1600/Summer+2011+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKBm5Oq6wPc/Tkb4Tq9YfBI/AAAAAAAACWk/EFbysJSzbTo/s320/Summer+2011+041.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿One rhubarb plant.&amp;nbsp; I have never cooked this before.&amp;nbsp; I once had some strawberry rhubarb cookies that were Divine...maybe that will be this plant's destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2697716674590582634?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2697716674590582634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2697716674590582634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2697716674590582634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2697716674590582634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-album.html' title='Summer Album'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGsphS_fkV8/Tkb05YlB6SI/AAAAAAAACVU/l1r3QMJMm-0/s72-c/Summer+2011+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-1497788785973784065</id><published>2011-08-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:14:31.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea time'/><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRwlDZiBlX4/TkPjvG74ssI/AAAAAAAACVM/A4HzdcRDwC4/s1600/tea+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRwlDZiBlX4/TkPjvG74ssI/AAAAAAAACVM/A4HzdcRDwC4/s1600/tea+time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please join my dear friend Ruth and others &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more Tea Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;A cup of Jasmine tea ~ There really is no other tea that satisfies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Also, a piece of sourdough toast with homemade strawberry jam.&amp;nbsp; I like saying "homemade".&amp;nbsp; It is such a comfortable sounding word, don't you think?&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;my first&amp;nbsp;successful try at&amp;nbsp;making jam (nine pints).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am a little proud of myself for&amp;nbsp;doing something &lt;em&gt;lasting&lt;/em&gt; with a harvest.&amp;nbsp; I usually just give away (or toss out when it rots- shame on me) any extra produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit tired.&amp;nbsp; It is SO early in the morning, LOL.&amp;nbsp;(6:00 a.m.)&amp;nbsp;All summer I have been going back to sleep after sending Mr. Santos off to work...but today I am up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits are easily made with no effort at all...and some pleasure too.&lt;br /&gt;But breaking those bad&amp;nbsp;habits - oh how hard it is...and painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters.&amp;nbsp; I miss them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(If you read this, Hi Cheri, Hi Lisa, Hi Tina ~ I miss you.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A quote to share...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very long can any family life go on unbroken. Death will visit every home. While we may, we should live together sweetly, patiently, loving and serving each other in all beautiful and Christly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ J.R. Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-1497788785973784065?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1497788785973784065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=1497788785973784065' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/1497788785973784065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/1497788785973784065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRwlDZiBlX4/TkPjvG74ssI/AAAAAAAACVM/A4HzdcRDwC4/s72-c/tea+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-1565994571039828018</id><published>2011-08-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:07:04.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>New favorite Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite color has always been &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have a red purse, red shoes, red and white quilt on my bed, red kitchen decor, red tulips in the spring, red strawberries in the summer...red red red.&amp;nbsp; But lately, my heart has been especially pleased with the color &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's very feminine and really complements so many other colors...like a good friend or helper.&amp;nbsp; I thank God for the beautiful colors he has made.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHaUIIM6Vy0/TkL-u0bimcI/AAAAAAAACU0/CrltPu2UEEg/s1600/pink+dishes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHaUIIM6Vy0/TkL-u0bimcI/AAAAAAAACU0/CrltPu2UEEg/s1600/pink+dishes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dexGGd1oxRQ/TkL-zR_jDBI/AAAAAAAACU4/5FRZK87Nll4/s1600/pink+heather.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dexGGd1oxRQ/TkL-zR_jDBI/AAAAAAAACU4/5FRZK87Nll4/s1600/pink+heather.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZs5CJuVxiw/TkL-5JzuFjI/AAAAAAAACU8/F01AC5HIU38/s1600/pink+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZs5CJuVxiw/TkL-5JzuFjI/AAAAAAAACU8/F01AC5HIU38/s1600/pink+sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYIbn0WHguQ/TkL7jiPOn8I/AAAAAAAACUQ/ZcxHoFXcYg4/s1600/pink+and+turquoise+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYIbn0WHguQ/TkL7jiPOn8I/AAAAAAAACUQ/ZcxHoFXcYg4/s1600/pink+and+turquoise+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vV1DjQqn_c4/TkL7opMdNNI/AAAAAAAACUU/QrHzLBL-Y_4/s1600/pink+and+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vV1DjQqn_c4/TkL7opMdNNI/AAAAAAAACUU/QrHzLBL-Y_4/s1600/pink+and+white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t64krJysEqM/TkL7r0MNZSI/AAAAAAAACUY/3IJgEa_pc3Q/s1600/pink+and+yello.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t64krJysEqM/TkL7r0MNZSI/AAAAAAAACUY/3IJgEa_pc3Q/s1600/pink+and+yello.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9ly7r-rE_w/TkL72s_5GOI/AAAAAAAACUk/_h2s8FwzmyU/s320/pink+dress.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PMFUe1_4XuA/TkL75vff5EI/AAAAAAAACUo/AVXGx3FPQIA/s1600/pink+hydrangeas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PMFUe1_4XuA/TkL75vff5EI/AAAAAAAACUo/AVXGx3FPQIA/s1600/pink+hydrangeas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D3c7SSKMnk/TkL79DexYuI/AAAAAAAACUs/5_XWcgmLBOk/s1600/pink+rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D3c7SSKMnk/TkL79DexYuI/AAAAAAAACUs/5_XWcgmLBOk/s1600/pink+rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple. Psalm 27:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;all images from google&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/2629502422667863567-1565994571039828018?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1565994571039828018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=1565994571039828018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/1565994571039828018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/1565994571039828018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-favorite-color.html' title='New favorite Color'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHaUIIM6Vy0/TkL-u0bimcI/AAAAAAAACU0/CrltPu2UEEg/s72-c/pink+dishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-869761883288023909</id><published>2011-08-08T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:20:39.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling for Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>If you could live anywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and money was no problem, where would you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have all the resources in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You could custom build any house you want with all the finest furnishings and decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQu12sQlxY/TkCBWBIsl2I/AAAAAAAACTs/HnASJV-iKv4/s1600/castle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQu12sQlxY/TkCBWBIsl2I/AAAAAAAACTs/HnASJV-iKv4/s320/castle1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perhaps a castle on a mountain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygOEzMgznpw/TkCBY5RtVXI/AAAAAAAACTw/8X2juob-EcY/s1600/castle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygOEzMgznpw/TkCBY5RtVXI/AAAAAAAACTw/8X2juob-EcY/s320/castle2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or something grand like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0N7AJD2l3Q/TkCBbp2Jy-I/AAAAAAAACT0/4rCs3TgUHUs/s1600/land+to+build+on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0N7AJD2l3Q/TkCBbp2Jy-I/AAAAAAAACT0/4rCs3TgUHUs/s320/land+to+build+on.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this view.&amp;nbsp; I would want clean fertile land with a grand&amp;nbsp;view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4BdTzAjOI8/TkCBwnqM1gI/AAAAAAAACT4/AfU2W9tIMSM/s1600/paradise+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4BdTzAjOI8/TkCBwnqM1gI/AAAAAAAACT4/AfU2W9tIMSM/s320/paradise+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little spot in paradise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QO3kbTOWOQc/TkCB5Sf8R-I/AAAAAAAACT8/gqTdIPWOwUk/s1600/simple+cottage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QO3kbTOWOQc/TkCB5Sf8R-I/AAAAAAAACT8/gqTdIPWOwUk/s320/simple+cottage.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe you would want something simple yet beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v95UjjqFxQo/TkCCAenwaWI/AAAAAAAACUA/JT4AdV8Nx8s/s1600/dump1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v95UjjqFxQo/TkCCAenwaWI/AAAAAAAACUA/JT4AdV8Nx8s/s320/dump1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why oh why would you EVER want to purchase a filthy dump like this?&amp;nbsp; To LIVE in!&amp;nbsp; To call home? NEVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMUnOboK-w/TkCCrWsEIuI/AAAAAAAACUI/7z6I73TleRM/s1600/shack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMUnOboK-w/TkCCrWsEIuI/AAAAAAAACUI/7z6I73TleRM/s320/shack.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you choose to live in a place that should be condemned?&amp;nbsp; That is rotting and broken down?&amp;nbsp; Full of filth and mold and trash?&amp;nbsp; NEVER!&amp;nbsp; Especially when you could choose anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet that is what God has done.&amp;nbsp; He has chosen to Purchase, with his own blood, you and me and to make his dwelling place within us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a list of Scripture that speaks this truth.&amp;nbsp; When I meditate on them, I&amp;nbsp;want to&amp;nbsp;change the way I live.&amp;nbsp; I must.&amp;nbsp; I see how how great things&amp;nbsp;God has done for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~oOo~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost [which is] in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?&amp;nbsp; For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's.&amp;nbsp; 1Corinthians 6:19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In whom ye also are builded together for an habitation of God through the Spirit. Eph 2:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ. 1Peter 2:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. 1Cor 6:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; Rev 5:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, [as] silver and gold, from your vain conversation [received] by tradition from your fathers;&amp;nbsp;But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: Galatian3:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ye are bought with a price; 1Cor 7:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. Isaiah 64:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How much more abominable and filthy is man, which drinketh iniquity like water? Job 15:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one:&amp;nbsp;There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.&amp;nbsp; They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one.&amp;nbsp; Romans 3:10-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-869761883288023909?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/869761883288023909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=869761883288023909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/869761883288023909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/869761883288023909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-could-live-anywhere.html' title='If you could live anywhere...'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQu12sQlxY/TkCBWBIsl2I/AAAAAAAACTs/HnASJV-iKv4/s72-c/castle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-8030948626356734934</id><published>2011-08-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:06:12.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>"What Happy is"</title><content type='html'>Great tune to get stuck in your head...to wash the dishes with, to rock your children to, to think about. Humming it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6uP5AkskmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&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/_6uP5AkskmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="390"&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/2629502422667863567-8030948626356734934?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8030948626356734934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=8030948626356734934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8030948626356734934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/8030948626356734934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happy-is.html' title='&quot;What Happy is&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</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/-QeFNqj9rq6U/TYFrwY1lIYI/AAAAAAAACDI/nz2D2XSgsBw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629502422667863567.post-2796170908123787672</id><published>2011-08-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:02:38.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Good and Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Episode &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; of Good and Evil ~ The story for every person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This video is 24 minutes long&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I did not know how to delete the video clips that show up when this is over. I do not endorse them. Please don't click on any of them. Take Caution in what you watch.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJb-Ral2Hqc?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJb-Ral2Hqc?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629502422667863567-2796170908123787672?l=santostimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2796170908123787672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629502422667863567&amp;postID=2796170908123787672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2796170908123787672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629502422667863567/posts/default/2796170908123787672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santostimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-and-evil.html' title='Good and Evil'/><author><name>Mrs. Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863583206288923023</uri><email>noreply@blogg
