<?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-4206561135530067729</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:05.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>willow in the mist</title><subtitle type='html'>sister blog to view from the eagles nest.God,s love gives you wings to fly.and hope to get by.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-878088208144635021</id><published>2009-03-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:39:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is on the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello Iam still alive and doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SdEk0_zfyeI/AAAAAAAABdw/fdeGPCsvdOQ/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319073127800490466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SdEk0_zfyeI/AAAAAAAABdw/fdeGPCsvdOQ/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;guess I better say something about the new things going on sence I was on here last.(about the vote and the mess in the big office) Iam getting a new bumper sticker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( DONT BLAME ME I VOTED FOR THE OTHER GUY!!)       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and that is all Ill say about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been busy doing things to keep myself busy.and for some reason just did not feel like bloging. and didnt feel I had anything to say or share.and didnt want to put on usless empty words just to put something on.the kids are all healthy and busy with their own lives.the grandkids are busy with school.and TG is working and going to tec school.he is taking up tool and dye making.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    and me I just visit them now and then and keep in touch with my friends.my step mom and I talk almost every day and I do not know what Id do without her.she has been a blessing in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is doing better sence Dad passed away.she seems to have come back to life again and has a zest for life.she is baby sitting her grandkids and enjoying life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today I got a nuge to get on the computer.so I desided if I did Id post a small post to see if anyone is still reading my blog or if I have slipped into the dead zone.its easy to do that if you dont post every day.but sometimes its emportant to take time for your self.I needed time to heal and deal with some things that were bugging me. things that only God could help me with.and when It takes a dry spell to do it then its harder.I have felt like I been in the desert where dead dry bones stared back at me as if to say I was not worth anything to my self or others.I couldnt see why God had left me here in this dead dry place.it was a hard spot to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was as if I had been walking along with the Lord and stopped to look around and when I turned back I couldnt see him anymore,it was scary.I knew he didnt leave me cause He doesnt do that.so some how I lost him.I woundered how I was going to get back to his side?I prayed and asked about things that had gone on in the past.and I needed to know why some things had happned in the frist place.some things were so heavy on my shoulders I felt like I couldnt go anymore under the load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had to be very honest with the Lord and see things as I should.one thing with God he does not fool around you eather be honest with him and your self or He just lets you be till you are.I had pieces from my past that I was trying to figure out.and you know some times you do not have any answers.some times things just happen and you cant figure them out.its at those times you just have to let go and let God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life is so short and time so valueable that you need to live and move on from things you cant change.some times people do things and you cant understand why.and it effects you and others.but you have to keep on living and doing what you know is best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I found a verse in the bible where it talks about not knowing how good you had it till you see how bad it could be.and you know its true.once long ago me and the girls lived in a little house in a town close to here.we rented from a family that had a hard time.the mom had cancer and everyone did things for her and they all felt they had a bumb deal.I did the best to care for the house and even if I was alone I did what I could to leave the place better then I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the roof was fixed by a company cause I was not making much money.and they also put blowen in insilation and fixed the porch roof that lecked.over 5.000 free work on the house that wasnt even mine.the landlord would not fix the roof cause he didnt have the money.so from three years I  had to pray we wouldnt have heavy snow cause the water would run in the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one snowy night when  I got up to go to the bathroom I seen a miracle.the water was running across the seling and into the bathtub.I stood there looking at it and could not believe my eyes.I stepped on a dry floor where water should have been on a wet carpet&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;water does not run like that it drips stright down.I woke up the girls to see it.and they were suppised as well.well the roof got fixed and I didnt have to step in cold water in the winter anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to make along storyshort when we moved the lady wanted me to find someone to rent the place.so I found another lady with two kids to rent the place.I had to move by my self and the girls who were out of the home then were to clean their room and get their stuff.guess they didnt vac the floor and take some of their stuff.the lady was really ugly with me and said I left the place in a mess and was very mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I felt bad but could not do anything about it cause I had done the best I could.I wrote her a note and said.I had to pack all my stuff alone.I had only two people help me move and by time I was done I was wore out.you had a moving company do all of that for you.you had a husband to help you I was alone.I did the best I could for you.and when 5.000 dollors for work was done on your home for free just cause I lived there you never even said thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what you need is to have a really bad renter so you know the diffrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was funning cause the lady and kids who moved in there were just what the landlady needed.where the house was fxed while we lived there.these people trashed the place.they knocked out windows and trashed doors.they made the place look like a dump.and I thought dont complain cause you could really find out what bad renters really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I believe in the next 4 years those who trashed bush will find out what a bad president really is like.from what I see now we are in for a long hard ride.and I believe God gives some people what they ask for so they know what bad really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr obama you are not my president,your not the Messiah (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;is),you make desions that go againt Gods word and it will come back to haunt you.God honoers life and unborn babys.your choices show you are not a man that follows Gods word.to me you are a Obamanation and I for one am glad I did not vote for you.and all the others I know are glad they didnt eather.I pray the blessing of God is still on the USA.cause the people who believe still live here.I use my remote alot,I change the channel when ever you are on. and I pray God can open your eyes and heart to see the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be careful what you ask for you may get it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &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/4206561135530067729-878088208144635021?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/878088208144635021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=878088208144635021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/878088208144635021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/878088208144635021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-on-way.html' title='spring is on the way.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SdEk0_zfyeI/AAAAAAAABdw/fdeGPCsvdOQ/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-3337176200274984030</id><published>2008-10-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:33:02.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where the Lord leads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SPOgIW-FQwI/AAAAAAAABBw/4Wts081pJmc/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256721255536870146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SPOgIW-FQwI/AAAAAAAABBw/4Wts081pJmc/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The weather has been so nice so I been out running the roads so I will be off for a while yet.but Iam getting my pictures ready to post as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the family and I took a drive up north of where we live.and the guys went fishing while Anna and I drove around looking for pic,s to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so Ill get busy and post them into my folder and then put them on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless you all and have a wonderful harvest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;check out view form the eagles nest cause I put some fall pic,s on there to.&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/4206561135530067729-3337176200274984030?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3337176200274984030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=3337176200274984030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/3337176200274984030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/3337176200274984030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-lord-leads.html' title='where the Lord leads.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SPOgIW-FQwI/AAAAAAAABBw/4Wts081pJmc/s72-c/P1010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-2107689071777799058</id><published>2008-09-09T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:42:54.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the handy work of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdJv-ro_FI/AAAAAAAABBI/XS-Egm0y5CA/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244241379724950610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdJv-ro_FI/AAAAAAAABBI/XS-Egm0y5CA/s320/P1010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the fall colors will soon be here and the sound of the canadain geese has already been heard in the country side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been busy and enjoying my rest from blogging.but I have missed my blogging friends.so I desided to post so you didnt think I forgot you or that I had passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the things I been busy with where healing and finding out where I stand with people.I been finding who I can trust and who I cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my family is so good to me.they are here no matter what.Anna and I worked together doing pickles.we made frig pickles and dill pickles.my step mom brought us alot of cukes to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so Anna and I made pickles.and boy are they good.I wish now Id have made more dill,s.they are so yummy and I only made one big jar.but I know darn well they will disapair fast.O well you live and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anna and the family heard about a little dog who needed a home.she is a pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like teddy their other dog.she is smaller then him and timid.they didnt feel they should leave her where she was cause she acted as if someone was hurting her.and the people she was with didnt want her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;her name is Pollyanna and she is a little sweetie.she and teddy were with me all the time I was their.when I was in the chair they both layed by me.teddy by my legs and her on my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they are sweet little granddogs.I came home again with the signs of their love all over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didnt get a picture of her yet but I will and Ill put it on the blog when I do.the whole family recieved her with no problem.the kids prayed first that the other animals would be ok with her.and all 4 of them welcomed her with no problem.so Anna has another girl in her family of 7 guys.three men and three male cats and one male dog.the poor girl surely needed another girl in the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the guys been helping to get Polly feel at home.they been taking her out and holding her.today Anna said her hubby took a nape and Polly slept by him.Polly has a place that she can feel safe in and a new family who loves her.everyone needs love and a place to feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well this is a short post but its late and I need to get to bed soon.Ill post more again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless you all and Ill be over to comment when I can on your blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-2107689071777799058?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2107689071777799058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=2107689071777799058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2107689071777799058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2107689071777799058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/handy-work-of-god.html' title='the handy work of God.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SMdJv-ro_FI/AAAAAAAABBI/XS-Egm0y5CA/s72-c/P1010083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-5674750296283094756</id><published>2008-08-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:27:48.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a light to show the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SJi2glS37ZI/AAAAAAAABA4/aFp4VIsnHsM/s1600-h/biblestr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231131638074174866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SJi2glS37ZI/AAAAAAAABA4/aFp4VIsnHsM/s320/biblestr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a great summer and enjoy the fall.and remember your loved.you are a weclome here.its always nice to see you.and I enjoy your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ill be back again soon.just need some time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we live by faith not what we see.&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/4206561135530067729-5674750296283094756?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5674750296283094756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=5674750296283094756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5674750296283094756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5674750296283094756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/08/light-to-show-way.html' title='a light to show the way.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SJi2glS37ZI/AAAAAAAABA4/aFp4VIsnHsM/s72-c/biblestr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-5662154895469050033</id><published>2008-07-24T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:59:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of Gods handy work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIjzcO6t8TI/AAAAAAAABAo/sYLfPlQ_h-M/s1600-h/2038284160010103476KOChfH_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226695033929724210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIjzcO6t8TI/AAAAAAAABAo/sYLfPlQ_h-M/s320/2038284160010103476KOChfH_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The lighthouse is a tool men who sail ships use to find their way along rocky shores at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jesus is the lighthouse I use to find my way in the storms of life and when darkness trys to darken my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one can find their way in the darkness without a light to show the way.everyone needs a tool to see clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this summer has had its storms and darkness.and the Lord has always lite my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some say you can,t hear Gods voice to guide you.but its just not true.in the word of God he speaks,in the heart who crys to him for help he answers,in the stillness of the night he comes to comfort if we look to him for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have had a few thing,s to deal with that could have sent me over a cliff or made me lose my way.but the Lord guided me safely along .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the 16th of July the hearing for the divorce was.I was not able to be there in person dew to some problem,s.so the court was kind enough to give me a phone hearing.it was a hard time for me before the  hearing.I spent some restless nights because of it.but the Lord asured me it was the best thing for me to do.was to get it over with and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so as the time drew near I was finely at peace about the day.and as it came I was ready.I called the number they gave me and a lady said she would dial me into the courtroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the commissener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;asked us each if we wanted a divorce.we both said yes.then he asked us if eather of us wanted money from eather and we said no.and then he asked  hubby to raise his hand and swear to tell the truth so help me God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hubby said I will swear but I do not believe in God anymore.the room got very still almost as if everyone held their breath.I felt a sick feeling in my heart.and then knew that what the Lord had been telling me was true.hubby had gone the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the rest of the hearing went fast,I was asked to tell the truth and raise my hand and swear.and soon it was almost over.I asked if I could say something.the commish said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said "in the near future I hope hubby finds his faith again,cause what he said really hurt me".the commish didnt know what to say.then it was all over and I was able to hang up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sat there and thought about all that had happened and what was said.and as I sat there a word came to me from the bible."do not be unequily yocked together,believer to nonebeliever."and then I knew why it was best to let even the friendship go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when two people are not in the same mind set its hard to have harmony or a relationship cause you would always be fighting over it or it would always be a golf between you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have had friends who dont believe in God.but as we talked about some of the things that God did for me in my life.the person learned faith.and soon they where seeking God on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one of my best friends recieved Jesus as the Lord of her life only 3 years before she passed away.Ill see maureen in heaven one day.I miss her every day cause she was a sweet lady.she had a heart of gold and would give you the blouse of her back if you needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and one other friend gave her life to the Lord about 5 years before she left to go home.Ill see her to in heaven.she was a dear friend to.she and I use to go traveling.we spent time going on addventures together.her name was Doris.I miss her every day to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and down through the time others have been touched by Jesus in my life.my sister-in- law,who is now just my sister in christ.came to know Jesus when her brother and I got together.she is now serving God because of what happen while the ex and I were together.and what God was doing in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but when the hubby flipped out and truned around.the testimony was ripped apart and others who were watching were turned off.its sad but when you cant do anything about it.you have to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just cause this all happened I didnt give up on God and his plan for my life.I just put it in his hands and went on alone with his help.did I love my ex?yes but my love cant hold someome who didnt love me.when I could no longer stand the stress of the wierd stuff going on.I said Lord my heart can take no more.and the Lord said give him the choice to stay or leave.I was afraid to,cause I still loved him.but I did as the Lord said and gave hubby his choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he choose to leave,and when he did the marriage was over.he choose to throw away what we had.and he gave up my love for him and basicly said he didnt love me or want me.what I had given him wasnt valued by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and he then blames me cause the things didnt come true.well I dont know about you but it takes two to hold a marriage together.and when one leaves cause that is what he chooses.how can anyone blame God for the choices they make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will the things God promised me still come to pass? yes!!!only not the way they would have had a few choices not been made.I know God loves me and will never leave me or forsake me.but God is not like human,s.he keeps his promises,they dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do I still love the ex?no.but I do care about his soul and where it will spend forever.I prayed and put the ex in the Lords hands.cause I can no longer reach his heart,but God can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see the ex left God but God didnt leave him.when God makes a promise he keeps it.the HOLY SPIRIT will call out to the ex to return to Jesus, till the day he draws his last breath.and then if the ex still refuses then its not Gods fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt for a long time that maybe I could have do some thing else.but when I prayed about it the Lord said you can not over ride free will.when someone choice is made its done.you have to step away and let it be.God did not make us pupits.he gave us free will to choose.and the ex didnt really want me in the frist place.he was telling one thing and thinking something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did he love me when we got married?he said he did and I thought he did.he acted like it.his family even said he was sure a good acter if he didnt love me.and he should go to holly wood.yes I said the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but now with all said and done I see why the Lord told me to give the ex his choice.when the ex stood up in the court room and said what he said about not believing in God anymore.I knew then I had been spared more heart ache by letting him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if the ex wont go with me to heaven,Ill not go with him to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is no other way to heaven but throught Jesus and the cross.the ex wrote me a letter saying he was believing in something called life recordings.and said some other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but the only way to be saved is through Gods plan not mans.yes  life is being recorded.and if the recording is in the book of sin,s and there is no blood to wash them away, then they are still there .and one day a holy God will look at those unwashed life recordings and send the person where he or she choose.and Jesus will cry cause the price was payed but the person refused it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont understand why all this happen in the frist place.but when I ask the Lord all I get is "in this world we will have problems,and we have a enemy who comes to steal, kill ,and distory."and that Jesus comes to give us life more abondantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so I let the past drop off me on the 16th and I walk on.I should have had a break down my self,but thanks to Jesus and his love I didnt.I should have just given up and let depression take over,but I didnt cause Jesus comforted me and I went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I should have said its all a lie cause the marriage fell apart..but I didnt cause I know people no matter who they are cant be trusted .they make choises that can hurt you.and they can ever betray you and blame you for their own problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I take full blame for the marriage and for my own hurt.I believe its better to have loved then never to have loved at all.and if my love was worth nothing to the ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its ok cause at lest he had someone who did love him without letting his wierd past to stand in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I should have run its true and all this would never have happen in the frist place.but I believed God could change someone so much that their life could reach others.and I still believe it.I just dont believe it can be forced on someone who would rather believe lies then the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iam going to stick my kneck out and speak this into the heavenlys.I believe one day that the ex will come to his sences and will call out to God and get back where he belongs with Jesus.and I believe the ex will tell me he has his faith back.and then Ill say good its about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will we ever be man and wife again?no its over and Ill never marry again.I learned my leason.life is to short to have someone you love treat you like crap.only Jesus is a great husband only his love makes life full.a man can never give you the love your looking for.they can try but they will always hurt you or cause you pain.and secrets in their lives could cause you even more pain.yes some have good relationships.but dig alittle just under the surface and you will find one person is letting it slide.there is no perfect people in this world.only one there ever was is Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for me my moto will be (single is better.)Isaiah 54.is what I hang onto.its a promise from God.and I trust his promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I aint no angel and maybe a better women could have done better then me.but I am after all me and I have to be true to my heart.sometimes my heart makes choices that have hurt me deeply.I have fallen for men who didnt love or value me.I have tryed to be the best I could be in all I do but I have failed.I believe the only thing I ever did in my life that was good.was my two girls.Oh they aint perfect and they make mistakes.but what I couldnt do the Lord did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;one day Ill face God and Ill have to answer to him for my life and what I did  with it.and Ill have to plead the blood.cause with out Jesus nothing I have done would count for anything without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to hear him say well done good and faithful servent come into your reward.but Iam no fool Ill be real blessed if I hear it,cause I make alot of mistakes.but I know he loves me away.and hopefully he takes what I try to do and looks at the desires of my heart and finds joy that I want to do good,I just dont always make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have a great summer my dear friends.you are in my thoughts and prayers.God bless you and keep you safe till we speak again.thanks for stopping by and for your friendship,and comments.its always nice to see you on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to (travistee) stopped over to say hi and answer your comment on blog.but it said I needed to i d my self cause I had to be welcomed by you.so I just didnt have time to mess with it.so its nice others have asked where Iam.but its best I dont comment on the things said on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have expressed my feelings and worrys for you and some of your choices.but most of what I have said is like a wisper in the darkness or the wind.I hope you find what your looking for.and hope you stop throwing your self away.and find someone who will value you.but you cant do it if you step in between someone and the one who belongs to them.you cant start a relationship on sin it will fall apart.maybe not right away but sooner or later it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and they use to have a saying and its true."what goes around comes around".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;so if ya dont want some chic horning in on your relationship,s then stop doing it to others.people who do that dont have many woman friends after a while.cause they want to keep their hubbys or boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I aint one to beat around the bush I say it like I see it.I wish you well but I cant see being your moral compas any more your old enough to do it your self.think of your kids.one day they will be looking for mates.do you want them doing the things your doing?life is hard as it is without them getting hurt to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;some woman now days will kill a girl who step,s in on her man.if your daugther thinks its ok to steal a man she could meet one of these wild chic,s.I hope that never is the case.hope she finds love with someone who values her and they live in love till they draw their last breath.as much in love as they were the day they met.and I hope your other kids do to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know you may get mad its ok.I am a friend who will tell you the truth.and pray it makes you think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-5662154895469050033?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5662154895469050033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=5662154895469050033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5662154895469050033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5662154895469050033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-of-gods-handy-work.html' title='the beauty of Gods handy work.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SIjzcO6t8TI/AAAAAAAABAo/sYLfPlQ_h-M/s72-c/2038284160010103476KOChfH_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-8169727251845859678</id><published>2008-06-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:15:56.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family ties are strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SGAJV1DNlRI/AAAAAAAABAg/Y5P9X8Z3z_s/s1600-h/mother+%26+Children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215178639117489426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SGAJV1DNlRI/AAAAAAAABAg/Y5P9X8Z3z_s/s320/mother%2B%2526%2BChildren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The time I have been away from the blog has been spent with family and the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just havent felt like posting for a long time.I see the kids and do things with them and have fun.but I just am posted out or something.so I will post when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will be reading your comments and your blogs but may not get time to comment for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I see I have had some faithful friends who seem to hang around even if I havent been on for a while.thank you dear ones.but some people drop you if you have to take some time for your self.for you faithful ones your dear to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sunday my step mom,me Anna,Eric,jake,TJ all got together at Anna,s.step mom helen made potatoe salad BBQ.I brought bushes bean,s Anna made fruit salad and CAKE yummy.we stuffed our selves and looked at the family tree way back to the early 1800.it was awesome.the names and pictures of family long sence gone way before we were born.I have family who lived in cornwall England.and came to the USA to live.some day when Iam more able to post Ill get the copy of the tree and share some with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all I know is we are related to Nathen Hale.the dude who said."give me liderty or give me death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and on my mom,s side Robin Hood.Oh brother men in tiets.and I read in the papers that we had a preacher way back in time.he had a girlfriend who was a french dancer.and then he showed up in another town with a wife with a diffrent name.and down the line one of the kids got the dancers name.but dont think the wife new it was the dancers name.or maybe she did cause he died not to long after.No just kidding!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its funny to see how people lived and what they called their kids.alot of bible names.and some I wouldnt call my poor dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and some of them had so many kids I woulder how they could feed them all. we looked over all the stuff she had with her and then we just visited.later we watched some movies.it was a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Experience Woodberry was one of the ladys  names in the family way down in the line.her middle name was odd to ,but it slip,s my mind now.it was a real long name for a little girl to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well today the window washers are busy doing the windows.good thing my shades are closed cause Iam sitting in my nighty.I do my own so they dont do them.they came in once when I was gone and broke my shade,s and never replaced them.so they dont get in no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have a wonderful summer and maybe Ill feel more like posting soon.God bless you all.thanks for stopping.     &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/4206561135530067729-8169727251845859678?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8169727251845859678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=8169727251845859678' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8169727251845859678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8169727251845859678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-ties-are-strong.html' title='family ties are strong.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SGAJV1DNlRI/AAAAAAAABAg/Y5P9X8Z3z_s/s72-c/mother%2B%2526%2BChildren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-5015191854013962407</id><published>2008-05-27T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:32:08.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glory rays and God bless the troops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDwxGfMrdFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zeS8hxtNhcY/s1600-h/BeamClouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089256857105490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDwxGfMrdFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zeS8hxtNhcY/s320/BeamClouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guess I better do a post or you will think I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well its been a bit busy here and stressful at times. around the frist of the month at around 11:00 pm the fire alarm went off at the apartment.I was just ready for bed.I had to get dressed and go out into the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they do tests now and then so we didnt know if it was a test or not.so I went back in to see if fire truck was here.they were and one fire man was getting his stuff on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I walked down to the next wing to see if there was anyone there.two fire men were taking a lady down who was in a wheel chair.I asked if there was a fire.they didnt answer me but told me to go to my wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I no sooner got to my wing when a fire man came running in saying we needed to go out of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we all hurryed down the stairs.I could then smell the smoke.I said Lord you promised while I lived here I wouldnt have to worry about fires!!! so I am taking that promise for me and all who live here.please get the fire out fast and pertect all our stuff.help all to get out safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyone was down in the first floor loby.I touched the shoulder of one of the ladys who was in a wheel chair.then I walked out side to my van.I called Anna and told her what was going on.she said to come out there to stay.I said I would cause I didnt know if we could be able to go back in that night or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as I drove out I looked to see if I could see flames but all was dark.the fire had been on the 8th floor on the southwest wing.thats one floor above me and in the other wing.as I drove to Anna,s I prayed and I felt a peace I cant explain.I just knew all would be ok.but my mind wanted to over react.but the peace helped me know all would work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got to Anna,s and we talked for a while then went to bed.as I lay down I said my prayers and fell into a restful sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had no way of knowing if Id have a home to go home to.but this peace just washed over me and I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the next day we drove into see what was going on.and the boys had called when they went to school telling us they heard about it on the news.the news said the fire was in the 8th floor and they put it out fast and it only was contained to that apartment.little smoke damage and some painting needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anna had me stay over a few days so I got my stuff and we left my apartment.there was no smoke smell or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thank you Lord for your protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then the 16th of the month they lay my fathers body to rest.winter they cant cause the frost in the ground.so we all meet at the little cemetary to say goodby till we see each out again.it was a nice mild day.the wind was blowing from the west.the sun was shining.it was the kind of day my father would have loved.Anna went with me for support.we broke every speed limet cross country.cause I ran into a road block that made me have to find a new way over there.as it was I still beat the rest of the family there by about 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as I sat there waiting I was thinking that Dad wasnt in that box,he was walking steets of gold and very much alive and well.He has a new body and he no longer has the efects of the stroke.so when the spirit of sorrow would try to come on me Id brust it away with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the words "oh death where is thy sting,oh drave where is your victory"? for my father is not dead but alive in heaven with Jesus.and I was gald for Dad cause he was free.I know where my father is and I know its a far better place then here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so now Iam a child with my mom gone home my step Dad and my father,my granny and grandpa,aunts uncles,cousin,s,friends in heaven.I still have my step mom who is a blessing and my half brother and his family from that side of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we left the cemetry and headed over to the farm for a lunch the family had.my step mom had went all out and made all the things my Dad loved.gloryfied rise,potatoe salad,roast beef,buns,kfc and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we all sat around the big table and one of the brother in laws said some thing nice about my Dad.and one of the young ones said a heart touching thing how Dad had touched his life.we visted and lauphed and enjoyed being together.everyone said how good the food was and how nice my step mom looked.she has had a hard time of it sence Dad left.she doesnt know what to do with her self with out Dad to take care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but now its her time to be just her.she needs a rest.she took care of my granny for years and when she went home to Jesus it was only a short time till Dad needed her to care for him.any way she has a new life to lead now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tj called me up one day last week and asked me to come out to stay.so I did and they kept me there  till they left to go down to lucy,s and Paul,s places.I came home and spent the weekend here.it was ok cause I did some stuff I needed to do and just enjoyed the time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I havent felt like posting just didnt have the energy or what ever.and just didnt feel I had the words.so I just didnt go on the blog at all.so please forgive me I just didnt have anything thing to share.but today as I sat here I felt it was time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless our troops from every war.they faught to give us the freedom we have now.their blood crys out from their craves to say "we faught for freedom for those who couldnt.remember our part in your freedom, and dont protest what we did.or you belittle our deaths,and make our familys feel bad and hurt them.our deaths will never be in vain,for a fight for freedom is a fight for right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless every man and woman who has faught in every war.they are hero,s to me.thank you all for the freedom this country has because of you.no one likes war.but if it has to be, then give me men and women who have what it takes to stand up and fight for what is right.where would we be if they had run for the hill,s or canada?things would be alot diffrent here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is my saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Prayers not protest will get our troops home safe".think of that the next time you feel like protesting,its a waste of time and it hurts the troops who are fighting around the world,and also their familys.everyone wants the troops home safe ,but not before the job is done!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To those who have lost loved ones in the war,s I share your pain and lose.I respect your loved one for fighting for what is right.I know that one day you will see that loved one again.heaven holds the hero,s."there is no greater gift then to lay ones life down for a friend or a stranger." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-5015191854013962407?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5015191854013962407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=5015191854013962407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5015191854013962407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5015191854013962407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/05/glory-rays-and-god-bless-troops.html' title='glory rays and God bless the troops.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SDwxGfMrdFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zeS8hxtNhcY/s72-c/BeamClouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-9186004740602636962</id><published>2008-04-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:00:25.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me the north country.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA98TCM4tMI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0CWOuTI9D6A/s1600-h/BaldEagle14a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192505561831748802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA98TCM4tMI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0CWOuTI9D6A/s320/BaldEagle14a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Give me the north country with its wildreness beauty.with its eagles and lakes and streams shining in the sun.give me the trees that line the shores and the shady spots to stop to enjoy the view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give me the swan,s all white and lovely that swim in the water near the cattails and bull rushes along the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give me the swamps where egrets feed on silvery fish.and fly peacefully along the land or nest near the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give me the red foxes in the meadow and along the tree lines.give me the birds who come in early spring to bless me when they sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give me the otter who sits on a log in the sun to show himself to me.give me the black and gray squirrels who run on the forest floor,and live in the holes safe in the tree,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA98TSM4tNI/AAAAAAAABAE/zSTCzWF6R7U/s1600-h/958626gd5nwhmoyh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192505566126716114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA98TSM4tNI/AAAAAAAABAE/zSTCzWF6R7U/s320/958626gd5nwhmoyh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give me the eagle who watchs from the old white pine .that flys on wings so effertlessly.give me my dreams of stary nights of winter splender.with northern lights that brighten northern stary nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;give me the north country and all its wonder.and this country girl will never wonder.give me the open beauty of a northern lake.with its surface as smooth as glass.give me the sound of wind as it whispers throught the pines.give me the ripples of creeks and streams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;give me lazy days of summer that drift into fall.with colors from Gods pallet to bless us all.give me the crisp nights and the sounds of the geese.the beauty of the forests all in their colored glory.give me the harvest of all God has given .give me the country north where I been liven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for me its all more like heaven this north country where I am living.Lord thank you for where you placed me.for the beauty you have all around me.for the farm I grew up on.for the blessings one by one. I could never have planned it better my self.it was your plan and it has blessed me so.thank you for your love for me.and all you have given me to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your faithfulness is so complete I know Ill never find another friend like you.who loves me the way you do.give me the beauty of the north country for there is where you have placed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and some day help me find beauty in your places south.so I may enjoy them as well.but thank you for all places north the places I love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God bless you all have a great week.hope your weather is wonderful and you have time to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-9186004740602636962?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9186004740602636962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=9186004740602636962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/9186004740602636962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/9186004740602636962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-north-country.html' title='give me the north country.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA98TCM4tMI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0CWOuTI9D6A/s72-c/BaldEagle14a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-5268223570283170689</id><published>2008-04-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:30:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swamp willow and river side beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA4pUiM4tII/AAAAAAAAA_c/VRHbluzXQLs/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132853159736450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA4pUiM4tII/AAAAAAAAA_c/VRHbluzXQLs/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day last fall I desided to go for a ride out near my childhood home.this frist willow is in the swamp back of our farm.its a lovely tree and there use to be a house near it.but the DNR bull doozed the place and made a parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is a old apple tree near the willow that has nice yellow apples on it in the fall.once in a while I go up to check to see if any are good to eat or make pies with.this year I was too late the deer eat them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA4pViM4tJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/lkfyM6fbkvM/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132870339605650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA4pViM4tJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/lkfyM6fbkvM/s320/P1010131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is along the river not too far from where I live its a nice drive and the hub and I use to drive down it to see if the big puff ball mushrooms where up.there was a place that had three big ones each year.but they were in someones yard.they are good eating but you have to know for sure they are the puff ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;once long ago when my family and I moved to a farm to work.I found my frist puff ball to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;at first I thought it was one of the farmers kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;valliy ball.but when I checked it out it was a very large puff ball.I had heard they were good to eat so I picked it.they said it needed to be all white inside to eat.so I peeled off the skin and cut it with a knife.it was all white and so nice.so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I made it for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cut it in slices like bread and fryed it in butter.my hubby at the time thought I was wacked,till I showed him the puff ball in my wild mushroom book.he tryed it then and so did the kids.they all thought it was so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one puff ball feed us all.sence then I have had others but they never stacked up to the frist one.it was a answer to a prayer finding that one.and that one was the best yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this drive by the river also would help us see eagles as well.they love the big tree,s that hang over the water by the river bank.and if you go down early before the tree,s get their leaves.you can see the eagles setting in the tree,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-5268223570283170689?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5268223570283170689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=5268223570283170689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5268223570283170689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5268223570283170689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/swamp-willow-and-river-side-beauty.html' title='swamp willow and river side beauty.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SA4pUiM4tII/AAAAAAAAA_c/VRHbluzXQLs/s72-c/P1010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-2984986953651680735</id><published>2008-04-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:41:23.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneisis 1;14=19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAeHVfGNkWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/XERxkXBXWaA/s1600-h/6e685364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190265898762342754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAeHVfGNkWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/XERxkXBXWaA/s320/6e685364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on the forth day God hung the star,s in place.the moon to light the night and the sun to light the day.to devide the light from the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God,s light still will devide the light from the darkness if we will only look to his word to guide us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some people use his word the wrong way to desive others and that is sad.but God is still God and he is love.he does not want old men to marry little girls.and he does not believe in a man or a woman to have more then one spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just like it says that God created addam and eve and not addam and steve or eve and evea.he did not creat addam eve,evea,mary,betty sue,and hatty to live under one roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one man cant handle one woman how could he handle a whole herd of them?this is wrong pure and simple!!!why do you think they hide some place off where no one can see.they want to hide in the darkness of their sin,s.these guys know dang well what they are doing is wrong.and so do the women.why do you think they look like they been sucking lemons.not a smile or anything to show life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;any time someone wants you to believe in a man instead of Jesus then run cause you know some thing is wrong.they showed where those 400  kids lived.and you know I never seen a picture of Jesus or a cross any where.all I seen in their bedroom,s and on the wall,s of their livingroom,s was a picture of that fruit cake who made little girls marry old freaky men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now he is in jail for his crimes.and the woman in that place still act like life was great.its called brain washing.and you can see it if you look at the woman.the lady with the unie brow who lead the reporter around proves it.she is brain washed.Id have ran away to find a hair wax kit long before this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this kind of thing has to stop.kids are being forsed into being sex slaves.its funny we go over to other countrys to free little girls who are being sold to be sex slaves.but in our own country under our own noses men are hiding and doing the same thing only under the name of religion.its sick and the government is paying for it.these guys are knocking up all these women and then having them go get welfare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and food stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if the guy wants that many women then let him make a living to support all of them.or make him get  castrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;men make me sick.I will be going to ask the Lord about all this when I get to heaven.and now I just say" Lord the sun and moon and the star,s are good.but to tell you the truth when you made men you sure screwed up big time!!!"but like it says in the bible.in the heart of man is all kinds of evil.left unchecked he will grow worse and worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-2984986953651680735?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2984986953651680735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=2984986953651680735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2984986953651680735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2984986953651680735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/geneisis-11419.html' title='Geneisis 1;14=19'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAeHVfGNkWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/XERxkXBXWaA/s72-c/6e685364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-4127205690598923369</id><published>2008-04-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:05:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midlife and styles that dont fit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAYvO_GNkTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/dtAC0hWyA-4/s1600-h/midlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189887555093238066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAYvO_GNkTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/dtAC0hWyA-4/s320/midlife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw this picture on one of my friends blogs.think it was merles.and I thought "good Lord it looks like me.only she can wear high heels and I wouldnt be caught dead in them.(basicly Iam a cluts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I would never let anyone see my gut.and as for those arms well lets just say mine look more like a body builders who went nuts and over worked.and I have boob,s only not as much clevage.the hair is about right if I take it out of the bun I look like I stuck my finger in a light socket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and my tummy has more roll,s then the bakery down the street.the chin,s are right and they wiggle like a turkey woddle when I shake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its hard to get old and fat.but you know I feel good about me.I dont have the thought that Iam all that an a bag of chip,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ever see those add,s for people who lose a crap load of lbs?well you can tell the wieght loss turned them into self centered men chacers.they look in the mirror all the time and flip their hair like some spring filly let out to pasture after a long winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it makes me want to puke!!!!yes I lost wieght a few times and felt good.but the "look at me thing did seem to try to get hold of me".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when a person is fat and feels homely they tend to look inside and the beauty of the real person shows through.cause that is where real beauty comes from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but when the person figures they have it all cause they lost weight.then they go back to depending on looks.but you know looks only last so long.and if your depending on that alone your going to fall flat on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the person who run,s around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; flipping their hair and flirting with everyone.and moving her body like some salmon in heat.soon loses her women friends and others as well.so you lost weight so you look nice, great.but why mess it all up by acting like a jurk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when you look back at someone who lost weight at their picture before.you can see the beauty on their face.they look like someone you would like to know.but then you look at the new ones and you see that fonyness or strange spirit about them.I guess its called vanity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Id rather be fat like me and still like my self.then to be skinny and act like some jurk.I have seen this thing happen to so many nice girls who have lovely personalitys and love their familys and friends.then they lose some wieght and they lose their minds and start acting like nut cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;start wearing things a street walker wouldnt be caught dead in.flirt with any thing that comes down the pike.like their friends husbands.act like everyone and their brother or sister is hot for them.run around with anyone who will pay attention to them.its like they lose their mind when they lose the lbs.and maybe in a way they do.a starved mind is a sick mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you cant go throwing up your food and stay healthy for long.and even those people who do it the healthy way act the same.so I think it has some thing to do with ego instead of weight lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; all I know is I would rather have a friend who is alittle more happy to be a friend. then one who is so in love with themself that they dont care about anyone but themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not all skinny people are ego junkys or act like this.but I have seen this action in alot of people who have lost weight.have you seen it to ,or is it just a midwest disease?any way this is one of my pet peeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one other one is seeing women in their 40,s trying to dress like teen,s.aint nothing more distastfull then seeing a older woman in a minie or short shorts.yuck all those veins sticking out and butt flab shaking hanging below the shorts, as they walk by is enough to give you nightmares for weeks to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;makes one wonder if they look in the mirror before they go out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;have you seen this kind of thing or is it just me?anyway I just had to vent this cause it bugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iam fat and not much to look at.but its ok cause I aint out to win no beauty contest,s.Iam just enjoying life as best I can being me..I been skinny and fat! life is life at both ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-4127205690598923369?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4127205690598923369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=4127205690598923369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/4127205690598923369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/4127205690598923369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/midlife-and-styles-that-dont-fit.html' title='midlife and styles that dont fit.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAYvO_GNkTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/dtAC0hWyA-4/s72-c/midlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-252579028342885050</id><published>2008-04-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:17:13.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is peeking out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this picture is from mountain mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAS7P_GNkNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xb_GudMlZb4/s1600-h/08+03+Ranch+#36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478553947574482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAS7P_GNkNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xb_GudMlZb4/s320/08%2B03%2BRanch%2B%252336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;believe it or not we have lost the snow and th weather is getting warm.the sky is a powder blue not a cloud in site.and the air is mild.workers are out doing some spring cleaning in thhe park.and little birds are flying pass my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;these little birds must have just come back cause I havent seen them before this.the red wing black birds are back and they say if they are back spring is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anna and her family went on a over night trip to do some shopping.they will come home today some time.she called last night to say they were there and she would call today when they get back home.we do that so someone knows where you are and if your ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I havent felt alot like posting lately.I havent been doing much that was interestingso not much to write about.so this will be shore for now.hope you all are well and enjoying life.God bless you all and Ill try to get something interesting posted soon. &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/4206561135530067729-252579028342885050?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/252579028342885050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=252579028342885050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/252579028342885050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/252579028342885050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-is-peeking-out.html' title='spring is peeking out.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SAS7P_GNkNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xb_GudMlZb4/s72-c/08%2B03%2BRanch%2B%252336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-4448794721325987128</id><published>2008-04-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:14:38.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these new shoes are killing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p_5OYos3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r8MjW52Maqk/s1600-h/BaldEagle_157-Bows_on_pine_tree-Open_wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186598541961245554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p_5OYos3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r8MjW52Maqk/s320/BaldEagle_157-Bows_on_pine_tree-Open_wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thats the last time I buy them on the fly, without trying them on first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;maybe if I jump up and down for a while they will fit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-4448794721325987128?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4448794721325987128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=4448794721325987128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/4448794721325987128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/4448794721325987128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-new-shoes-are-killing-me.html' title='these new shoes are killing me.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p_5OYos3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r8MjW52Maqk/s72-c/BaldEagle_157-Bows_on_pine_tree-Open_wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-8752333874329020799</id><published>2008-04-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:04:55.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>split rock lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p91OYos1I/AAAAAAAAA84/VPKvFVT4lng/s1600-h/2931218170010103476SNHtxf_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186596274218513234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p91OYos1I/AAAAAAAAA84/VPKvFVT4lng/s320/2931218170010103476SNHtxf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this lighthouse is ner two harbor,s minn.its a lovely place to see.&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/4206561135530067729-8752333874329020799?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8752333874329020799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=8752333874329020799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8752333874329020799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8752333874329020799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/split-rock-lighthouse.html' title='split rock lighthouse'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p91OYos1I/AAAAAAAAA84/VPKvFVT4lng/s72-c/2931218170010103476SNHtxf_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-7338634209483665942</id><published>2008-04-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:34:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the light house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love lighthouse,s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p6PeYosxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/prT_wn-Z2Ls/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186592327143568146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p6PeYosxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/prT_wn-Z2Ls/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this one is so cute.I saw it on a trip to the lake.I love to go to lake superior. and Id love to live there along the shore.its a truely awesome place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today will just do these pictures I have some other stuff to do.so hope you enjoy the lighthouse,s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-7338634209483665942?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7338634209483665942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=7338634209483665942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/7338634209483665942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/7338634209483665942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-house_07.html' title='the light house.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_p6PeYosxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/prT_wn-Z2Ls/s72-c/P1010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-7412603772235238172</id><published>2008-04-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:18:27.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sar bear came to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_WpxuYostI/AAAAAAAAA70/HQpboH3m2dY/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185237217717039826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_WpxuYostI/AAAAAAAAA70/HQpboH3m2dY/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I call her sar bear cause when she was a baby she would growl.it was so cute.she would cuddle up to you and make little bear sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Grandma,s girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kids grow up too darn fast.where does the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;       Birds of a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_Wa_uYossI/AAAAAAAAA7s/N_0qqfkzCrk/s1600-h/AmericanBaldEagle_08-Flock-OnTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185220965560791746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_Wa_uYossI/AAAAAAAAA7s/N_0qqfkzCrk/s320/AmericanBaldEagle_08-Flock-OnTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We told you not to chase that skunk!!!!yikes you stink..stay up there so we dont have to smell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh mom I didnt know it was a skunk.I thought it was a cute kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well son maybe next time you will listen to me when I tell..and you wont end up in more hot water!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its so nice to have family.my little granddaughter came to stay for the evening last night.while her Dad, sister and cousins went to a christian consert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;she picked out a movie to watch called milow and ottis.its about a pug dog and cat, who are friends and live on a farm.they go on an addventure cause the cat ends up in a wooden box that floots down stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its a cute clean movie full of friendship and love.lovely country side pictures and good fun for a Na Na and her sweet grand girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we laughed and giggled at the antic,s of the two friends.but we also learned some thing.how to be a friend and try to save a friend. it was so nice to have her here if only for a while.she fell asleep on the couch about 9:oo or so.they rest of the family got back about 10:55 or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we all hugged and they left. it was frist time I seen my son in law for a long time.he reached out and hugged me.it hurts me to know it will be a long time before I see him again.and its a long time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;see the girls to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish they lived closer.its hard when kids move away.they use to live here in a town 20 miles from me.and maybe if they had stayed there things would be better and not have turned out as they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but I cant let my self get down.so I just leave it in the Lords hands.wish I could do something to bring back the good old days when all was well and the family was all together.but you cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today I filled out a mountain of papers for the divorce.I started at about 11:30 am and didnt get done till nearly 1:45pm.now I remember why its a pain in the drain to get divorced.they have to know every thing.and you have to fill out sets of stuff over and over.yikes I was about ready to pull out some of this gray hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when I got done I felt like a big mountain was lefted off my back.I did it as if it wasnt what I was doing.it was easy and as I did it became clear I was free.and I could feel the Lord giving me the help I needed to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it will all be over soon and I am starting a new life with Jesus.and I am exsited to see where it leads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have a great weekend everyone.God bless you and keep you safely in his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-7412603772235238172?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7412603772235238172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=7412603772235238172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/7412603772235238172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/7412603772235238172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/birds-of-feather.html' title='Sar bear came to visit'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_WpxuYostI/AAAAAAAAA70/HQpboH3m2dY/s72-c/P1010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-2462018222899493201</id><published>2008-04-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:20:58.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OwFOYosqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6wZwWal8itY/s1600-h/baldEagle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184681199840834210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OwFOYosqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6wZwWal8itY/s320/baldEagle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagle One: Whats worse having the back door trots, or having Hillary in office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagle two; Id rather have the shnits then see her face any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagle one;it was bad enouph having to deal will billy boy once.having both of them back would give me the shnits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagle two;did you see how mccain kinda looks like us,with all that white hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagle one;like they say "silver hair is a sign of wisdom".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Even the birds in the USA are smart.we need someone in office who can tell the truth and run the country.someone who can take it under fire.someone who can speak for us all.someone who has a record for knowing how to deal in war times.someone who is able to climb above the storms of life and come out on top.we need a person who has good judgment.we need the one God has in mind.so I pray that the one God wants in office will get in.I believe it will be John Mccain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I believe one day a woman may get in office.but she would have to be the right one.I also believe one day a black man will be in office.but he would have to be the right one to.we need a person who is God fearing and who cares more about what God believes then what the rest think,or can pay them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dem,s need to get in touch with the christian,s and find out what they think and believe.cause right now the dem,s are only interested in the ones who can give them money.if you look closely at what the dem,s support you can see they dont take God into the vote.I use to be a dem,and came from  a long line of them.but when they started acting more like the devil,s clan I changed.I vote moral,s now not party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-2462018222899493201?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2462018222899493201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=2462018222899493201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2462018222899493201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2462018222899493201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha Ha Ha'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OwFOYosqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6wZwWal8itY/s72-c/baldEagle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-549519343659964203</id><published>2008-04-02T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:08:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodby winter.Hello Spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OtWuYospI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7ukQG4ptE3A/s1600-h/Little_Angel_with_Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184678201953661586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OtWuYospI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7ukQG4ptE3A/s320/Little_Angel_with_Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dont know about you but Iam ready for spring.this last snow fall we had was one too many.so Iam longing for flowers and beauty of a warmer kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so help me think spring.and say goodby to winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_Os0uYosoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/n5R2Pr0mT4c/s1600-h/wintscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184677617838109314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_Os0uYosoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/n5R2Pr0mT4c/s320/wintscene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes winter can be lovely but when it wont let go its not so lovely.the snow will take a few days to melt.if we get some warm weather.and then the flowers will show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the tree,s seem to be ready to cause you can see the budd,s just waiting to open.the birds are coming back and I can hear new songs being sung in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pray that soon I can walk out with only my hand bag and no coat.that will be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-549519343659964203?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/549519343659964203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=549519343659964203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/549519343659964203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/549519343659964203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodby-winterhello-spring.html' title='Goodby winter.Hello Spring.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_OtWuYospI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7ukQG4ptE3A/s72-c/Little_Angel_with_Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-2895656890419857153</id><published>2008-04-01T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:58:22.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha that was a good one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_JUj-YoskI/AAAAAAAAA6s/p4KezIoeNck/s1600-h/BaldEagle_110-Calls_on_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184299098075345474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R_JUj-YoskI/AAAAAAAAA6s/p4KezIoeNck/s320/BaldEagle_110-Calls_on_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy April fools day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;two fools were sitting on a rock.one fool said to the other "thank God for this rock or we would be sitting in the fire".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the other fool said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you told me there wasnt any God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the other fool said well you know I am a fool, why did you liston to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the other fool said cause birds of a feather flock together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the bible says "the fool says in his heart there is no God."I hope none of us are april fool,s or fools at all.cause I want us all to be in heaven together.it wouldnt be heaven without all the people.. God made heaven for his family. and hell for the devil and his clan,but not for people.God intended for all people to believe in and recieve Jesus so they could come to heaven when they leave here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but some will refuse to believe and end in hell.its sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;things here have been looking better.I was thinking about having to go and get the papers for the divorce and go though all the run around.and i was praying about it.I said Lord you know I never wanted to go through a divorce again.and how I felt about all the stuff that has gone on this last 5 years.its been a hard time for me and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mom passing away,Lucy and her problems,now them getting a divorce,my father passing away.and all the other things that have come and gone. to let us know we still have a enemy here on earth and he is alive and well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well I was sitting just talking to the Lord about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the phone rang.it was hubby on the other end.he said he was going to take care of the papers.he said he had got the help he needed through SSI. and he had some money so he could do the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was so glad cause I dont like filing the stuff.it was a answer to prayers.so I will be able to sign the papers in a few days.and shortly there after it will all be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hung up the phone with this feeling of joy or peace so strong.I was so surprised of how good I felt.I sat there for a few seconds just thinking.why did I feel so good?it was because I am free from the past.they say its dumb to cry over spilt milk.and its true,you cant go back and change things that didnt work out.all you can do is move on and trust the Lord to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish hubby well and hope he finds what he is looking for.but I do not want him for a friend or any thingelse.28 years has showed me that as a friend he wasnt really one.cause when I needed him the most he wasnt there for me.and to be honest he was never there for me.he even said finely he didnt love me.he hadnt been honest with me.he even said he didnt remember all the good times we had,and that had happened before to.when he had his second melt down.I had to take the picture album and show him the smiles on his face and the things we had done together.and how much fun we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its funny to hear someone say things like that.cause when you are with someone and they are saying they love you and how much they are enjoying their self.and then down the line they say "I never loved you,or I only loved you like a friend".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then you say well you should go to Holly Wood cause your a good actor!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but then I say a mind can do wierd things to you if your not careful.and being in a wac ward 5 times in 5 years shows there is some thing wrong.some people cant handle the storms of life.they are use to having things handed to them on a silver platter by the enemy.if your walking with him and not God.then the enemy pretty much leaves you alone.your living in sin and your headed to hell so the devil just lets you be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but when you make a turn around and head away from the devil and head to God.then is when you meet the devil head on.and he doesnt want to lose you.so he throws a few road blocks in your path to see if you mean business.and if you do mean business he knows he cant push you around.and soon if you stick to your gun,s you have the enemy on the run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well some people have a problem.they have never had to fight for anything in life.every thing seems to just come to them.and when they get in a hot spot they give up and in...and they find themselves in a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hubby had a easy life.he was nice looking and had a personality that pretty much got him what he wanted.and he just went with "what feels good do it".and he got into some wierd places because of it.lets just say when he was giving his testimony it would trun the church folks cheeks red.and send some running.me I was in shock when I finely heard it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and yes I had a colorful life to,sin is sin!!!but I didnt even know you could do some of the things hubby did,or why anyone would want to in the first place.sin just opens up some nasty doors you dont want opened.and its sad when someone gets into something that can cause so much bad and evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I prayed for years for him to be free of the demon,s he had.and out of the blue the Lord got him free.and hubby was headed in the right way.but then some thing happened and all of the mess started and we ended as we are.he doesnt remember the good we had.and I cant go back to the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it makes me wonder why God had me care so much at one time to pray for hubbys freedom before he was even my hubby.hubby had "only" been a friend for years.never dreamed Id be married to him,never crossed my mind.then all at once one day we were together and married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but when I found out he didnt really love me like he said he did.then all of what I was believing is a lie.and you question your own heart and what it believes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but I know when I married him I was loving him and wanting to be the best wife a man could have.and for a long time I did every thing to be just that!!! but then it all came down around my ear,s.and little by little we ended here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and its the best thing that could have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what I thought was a curse by losing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;out to be a blessing in hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that may sound mean or hard hearted.but its true.when he left it was a blessing.he is moving in a diffrent dertection then me.he wants to believe some thing else so he can move on.and its ok if what your believing is true.but if its not then your moving the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he believes we were never suppose to be together.well thats ok but we were and nothing can change the fact we were.and good came out of it. his family is seeking the Lord more.and one more of the family was saved and serving the Lord.and the family is learning their rights as a childen of God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the problem was that hubby wanted the promises the Lord made to come to pass in hubby,s timing.and when it didnt hubby got upset and figured it was lie,s.well as long as I have been walking with the Lord I learned this.it comes in Gods time not your,s!!!!and He keeps His promises,it just comes in fullness of time.or at the right time.the Lord doesnt give you some things if your still living in sin.he does not reward sin.some times your just not ready,so the Lord waits till you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hubby just couldnt stand the fact that things werent moving fast enough for him.he figured if he couldnt have every thing right now!!!that it wasnt true.well I been walking with the Lord for over 38 years and I am still waiting for some things.others have come already,and others I still am believing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the Lord had promised us a computer when hubby was still here.I didnt want one cause I have my reason,s.but when hubby left soon after the computer came.and that is why Iam on it.this is not my blog its the Lords blog.I didnt want the computer in the first place.but here it is and this blog is why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when hubby was here we had been believing for a new van.well when hubby left and I didnt have a car.my mom let me use her van.and when she passed away it was given to me.now Id rather have my mom then the van.but it was her time to go and she wanted me to have it so I would have a van.so God worked it out.mom had just went out and got the van only little while before she got sick.so you see the Lord was working out the plan.(and no he doesnt kill people off so their kid can have a van. infect God does not kill anyone sickness and disease does,and that is from the devil.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but he does know when our time is up and we wont be needing some thing..any way God is faithful and keeps his word.He told me to believe for a van.and he would work it out.I knew I had no money to even get one.so I said Lord please have someone give me one.or pervide the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and if God promises you something with someone and that person doesnt stick around till it comes.then dont give up cause God will still keep his word to you.I know that what God promised me will come to pass if Hubby is here or not.how do I know?cause God does not lie,but people have their own free will.and if it looks like God lied then look closer,cause he has to deal with free well.that means He can promise something but if the person moves before God and doesnt trust him.then God has to work it out another way.it just means it will take some more time,but it will come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hubby is gone and what we had is in the past.he didnt love me ,he loved the stuff.well when the stuff was slow to show up hubby was fast to run.well would I want someone who didnt love me or meet my needs to share in my blessings?no!!! so if hubby wasnt the man for the job then he wasnt the man for me..and I am blessed to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Once when I was praying the Lord said something to me that stuck.He said " I picked 12 men and one was a demon or trader.so what makes you think your the only one who has people betray you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you know it helped me.cause Jesus knows how I feel and can comfort me.he lived on this earth and went through the same things we do.only he did it without sinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so yes this last few years have been the pits and Id rather they never happen at all.but I have servived and learned from them.and I did not get crushed by them, I became stronger in my faith and my walk with Jesus.and I learned to fly like the eagle ,as I set my wings and raise above the storms of life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;life is never easy and at times it is the pits.but with Gods help we will make it if we stick close to him and not stop believing.so if God has promised you things or your believing for things dont give up just cause it doesnt look like they will come true.just remember we dont live by site we live by faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless you all and sorry so long but I promised Id tell you the truth and about my life and so it takes words to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pray for Lucy and her family.the choses she and her hubby have made have brought them to divorce. I can see both sides of it.and only hope they can learn from this.and grow closer to the Lord.life can be hard if your trying to fly alone with out Gods help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and if you really love someone you do what ever it takes to get them back.if you dont its best for both if you move on.each person desevers love and respect,and to be happy.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have given it to the Lord.I still had hope they would work it out.and was praying with the girls for it.but now i just have to put it in the Lord,s hands.its no longer my fight its his.if he wants them back together he will have to change hearts to do it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know two familys that ended up spliting cause of dumb choises.one was trying to get the other person back after cheating on them.but still running around with other people.and could not understand why the other person didnt want them back.people arent stupid and can see its not worth saving and the smart ones move on.if your still running around why would someone take you back.people who lie about their sin,s still arent ready to learn.and God will not let a person like that, find happyness if they are still living in sin.cause they would think God rewarded sin and he doesnt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the other one was a family who had split cause the lady was a drunk and run around.well when the hubby finely was moving on and had someone else,then the wife came back and broke it up.then she would move on again.now they are together but still not married.people are wierd.they dont know what they have till its gone,and sometimes you cant get it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;free will is what the problem is.people make choices and fall for the enemys traps and soon they find themselves in a hole with no way out.but we all have to learn.some of us have to learn the hard way or by making the same mistake over and over tell we see the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I pray we all learn the frist time so we dont spend so much time in the messes.&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/4206561135530067729-2895656890419857153?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2895656890419857153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=2895656890419857153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2895656890419857153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/2895656890419857153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-ha-that-was-good-one.html' title='ha ha that was a good one.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this eagle looks like he is singing to praise the Lord for his blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;many times in my travels I have seen wild life praising the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the trees and the water ways sing with joy to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the sky with its clouds praise him.the wind whispers his name through the pines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even the little brooks and streams praise him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we need to praise him to for all his love and his many blessings to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;us who love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-8338299020291226358?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8338299020291226358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=8338299020291226358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8338299020291226358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/8338299020291226358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-joyfull-noise-unto-lord.html' title='make a joyfull noise unto the Lord.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vWpeYoshI/AAAAAAAAA50/mJEVj3XNab8/s72-c/Bald_Eagle_36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-5873232076255511717</id><published>2008-03-27T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:53:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time so many flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vCDeYoseI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DBZHKt5MGBc/s1600-h/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182449161171677666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vCDeYoseI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DBZHKt5MGBc/s320/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did you ever feel like the little humming bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like there just wasnt enough time in the day or even the week to get everything done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love to watch humming birds at Anna,s.they come to her feeders and its a real blessing to see the little guy,s early in the morning and off and on all day till evening.&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/4206561135530067729-5873232076255511717?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5873232076255511717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=5873232076255511717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5873232076255511717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/5873232076255511717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-little-time-so-many-flowers.html' title='so little time so many flowers.'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-vCDeYoseI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DBZHKt5MGBc/s72-c/2342874920084428741dXAfVm_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-256932303147556944</id><published>2008-03-19T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:24:35.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who does your feathers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-FZ7wOiZMI/AAAAAAAAA48/x2dPTuWlWuk/s1600-h/BaldEagle_134-Buffy_neck-Standing_on_snow-Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179519929545811138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-FZ7wOiZMI/AAAAAAAAA48/x2dPTuWlWuk/s320/BaldEagle_134-Buffy_neck-Standing_on_snow-Closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the last times I go to that beauty shop!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-256932303147556944?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/256932303147556944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=256932303147556944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/256932303147556944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/256932303147556944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-does-your-feathers.html' title='who does your feathers?'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R-FZ7wOiZMI/AAAAAAAAA48/x2dPTuWlWuk/s72-c/BaldEagle_134-Buffy_neck-Standing_on_snow-Closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-3960037112626394353</id><published>2008-03-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:09:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this mirror must be broke,I look like crap..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R97dFgOiZLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Swvc9jeI2h0/s1600-h/2BaldEagles-BirminghamZoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178819708142642354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R97dFgOiZLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Swvc9jeI2h0/s320/2BaldEagles-BirminghamZoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;watch your self old man!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh its you dear I thought I was looking in the mirror..&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/4206561135530067729-3960037112626394353?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3960037112626394353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=3960037112626394353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/3960037112626394353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4206561135530067729/posts/default/3960037112626394353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-mirror-must-be-brokei-look-like.html' title='this mirror must be broke,I look like crap..'/><author><name>Leann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01157142431833517809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/SATdIPGNkSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W3c_gb6p0D8/S220/agbutfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R97dFgOiZLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Swvc9jeI2h0/s72-c/2BaldEagles-BirminghamZoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4206561135530067729.post-6122214029188923949</id><published>2008-03-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:13:51.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up up and away,Gods love can make your heart take wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R937NAOiZCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gigaIQDC-MA/s1600-h/mouse01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178571347363783714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pImvoZtHQg/R937NAOiZCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gigaIQDC-MA/s320/mouse01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mouse who could be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come fly with me and see the world.and climb to heavens door.we will sore and glid and sore and glid somemore.we will see wonders love has made when all of this was new.and we will go where God will lead and see his love is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once I sat on a moutain side and longed to see the sky.and so I longed for wings so I could fly.for days I prayed and prayed .but wings they did not come.instead a ballon fell from the sky as if to beckon me to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I held on to the string and slowly walked to the edge,the wind caught me and lifted me from the ledge.high up I went I dare not look down,and all around me beauty my heart how it did pound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clouds raced by me and birds tipped their wings to wave,I loved the feeling of a mouse who could finely  be brave.I was all in wonder and the earth I did not see,all I cared of was finely being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the days of being earth bound had finely let go ,and I was in my glory but was sure not to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I looked for all Id dreamed of while sleeping in my nest,and thanked God for all things wich I had been blessed.for family far and wide for dreams he made come true.for all the things he did for me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but as I was ready for so much more, my balloon begin to move, to slowly bring me down.it drifted softly on afternoon breeze,and sit me down safely nicely as you please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I looked around in wonder at my own door I stood,I wondered how God could always be so good.the balloon lay flat on the ground and I read what it said as I turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you and want you to always have my best,dont limit me or put me to a test,just do as I ask you and always do your best.and nothing will ever hold you down from heavens qwest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this was writen by leann and all rights are reserved.no part of this can be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;willows in the mist is a copy /right page and can not be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4206561135530067729-6122214029188923949?l=willowinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willowinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6122214029188923949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4206561135530067729&amp;postID=6122214029188923949' title='2 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