<?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-5724203591626638752</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:25:58.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as I see it....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-1867710286924440045</id><published>2011-03-13T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:19:48.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus of Suburbia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The class I am helping "lead" this semester is reading a book called "The Jesus of Suburbia" by Mike Erre. The question under the title of the book is this: "Have we tamed the SON OF GOD to fit our lifestyle?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouch.... That hurts.... But sadly, I think we have done just that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He talks about how we are like his young son, while on a trip to the zoo, he didn't want to leave the gift shop. He was just fine staying there and looking at the stuffed version of all the animals, even thought the real things were just outside the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We too get comfortable and pursue the Jesus of Suburbia instead of the Jesus of Nazareth... We see Christ as the "Sunday School" Jesus with that angelic face, blue eyes, and long hair. But that is not a true picture of Christ. We don't see him as he really is. A revolutionary... We tame him into a "safe" person to follow, when really, it's not safe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus changed the world. He came here to bring hope, love, salvation, life to us. He gave up EVERYTHING for us. Are you ready and willing to do the same? We here in the United States have it pretty good. We don't usually risk our lives to go to church on Sundays. We can openly talk about our faith (for the most part) and not worry that someone will turn us in and we would be taken to jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then there is the belief that when we become a Christian, that life will be a okay and NOTHING will ever go wrong. Sorry but that is just not true. Bad things happen to Christians all the time. Most of my life is not spent on the mountain top... it's in the valley... and I have learned to be okay with it... somewhat... Still working on that fully...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we are sharing the Gospel with someone we MUST remember that while God brings us salvation and hope, life still happens. Cancer still attacks bodies... Death still happens, and sometimes in tragic ways... But as a Christ follower we have a Hope BEYOND this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paul talks about this in 2 Corinthians 11:21-28...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_21"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;To my shame, I must say, we were too weak for that! &lt;br /&gt;But whatever anyone else dares to boast of—I am speaking as a fool—I also dare to boast of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_22"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are they Hebrews? So am I. Are they Israelites? So am I. Are they offspring of Abraham? So am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_23"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are  they servants of Christ? I am a better one—I am talking like a  madman—with far greater labors, far more imprisonments, with countless  beatings, and often near death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_24"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Five times I received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_25"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_26"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;on  frequent journeys, in danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger  from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in  the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brothers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_27"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food,&lt;span class="trans" title="Or often in fasting"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in cold and exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, apart from other things, there is the daily pressure on me of my anxiety for all the churches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;You see, Paul gave up ALL that he knew. He was a Jew of Jews. He knew it all, did it all, but then Christ got a hold of him on that road and his whole life changed. Did he try and make Jesus fit into his lifestyle? No. He allowed Christ to USE him to spread the Gospel. He took risk after risk after risk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;Are you willing to do the same? Are you ready to live the life Jesus of Nazareth has for you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;Just some things to think on...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse 2Cor_11_28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-1867710286924440045?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1867710286924440045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-of-suburbia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1867710286924440045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1867710286924440045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-of-suburbia.html' title='Jesus of Suburbia....'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-3448987616057004932</id><published>2011-03-08T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:04:42.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Murray....</title><content type='html'>Murray is my puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a standard/mini mix dachshund...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, he has it MADE in this house. There is almost always a lap to snuggle in. Food twice a day in his dish and then whatever else he can "con" out of us humans. Lots of toys to play with, and a warm bed to sleep in. No outside sleeping for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tell you about my puppy because when you really think about it, a dogs life is really sometimes be what we should want. No I haven't gone crazy... Thinks about it. All a dog wants is food, a warm place to sleep, and someone to love us. Isn't that what WE really want? Food to eat, a roof over our head, and someone to love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us in America have the first 2 things. But even if we have people around us a lot of us don't feel like we have that someone who loves us. We can spend our whole life looking for that ONE person to love us. Unconditionally. And we NEVER find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is someone who WANTS and DOES love us unconditionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave EVERYTHING just for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE draws us to Him, but for some reason, a reason I do not claim to understand, some of us just walk on by and keep searching for earthly love to fill that void...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my questions to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep walking by or stop and allow True Love to fill your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have that True Love in your life, will you keep it all to yourself, or share that Love with others and show what HE has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZX_nQsbs2qk/TXbt9DQ3l1I/AAAAAAAAACk/0_AXmkMTvLo/s1600/IMG_0826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZX_nQsbs2qk/TXbt9DQ3l1I/AAAAAAAAACk/0_AXmkMTvLo/s320/IMG_0826.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All that from an observation of my puppy Murray... Thanks Murray! Momma does love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-3448987616057004932?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3448987616057004932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/murray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/3448987616057004932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/3448987616057004932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/murray.html' title='Murray....'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZX_nQsbs2qk/TXbt9DQ3l1I/AAAAAAAAACk/0_AXmkMTvLo/s72-c/IMG_0826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-1292349039902424119</id><published>2011-03-07T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:28:50.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Lent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow is "Fat Tuesday"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent begins on Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much goes through my heart and mind this time of year. I am not Catholic, or Methodist, but even still the last several years I have participated in Lent. I feel like there are some traditions that truly bless spiritual lives that as a "Southern Baptist" I miss out on. I am so thankful to my sweet friend and her Husband for showing us Baptist's that it's okay to branch out and celebrate some of these traditions. What depth and joy it has brought to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have thought and prayed about what this year of Lent is going to look like for me I have been at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today it hit me. This last year has been a tough one for my family, the 4 in my house and my extended family that lives hundreds of miles away. There have been heavy hearts all year. Lots of grieving for family who had their live put on hold and changed forever due to the health of a son &amp;amp; grandson. And grieving for friends who have lost those they love. Each of those events I have done one thing. Pray. And each time, even when I don't fully understand, God has given me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent 11 months watching from a distance, reading the words posted, of a Mother &amp;amp; Grandmother of an 11 yr old boy who has been fighting for his life. And praise God he is beating the Cancer that has been attacking his body. It has been a LONG road for all of them. They are tired, beyond tired. BUT, in all of this they have praise the ONE who give life. The ONE who gives them the strength to go one each hour. What an example they have set....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my son's classmates lose one of their own just over a year ago. Ben will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a 16 yr old lose his Mother &amp;amp; both grandmothers within 2 months. That is heartache no 16 yr old should face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just today, a dear friend lost his sister to a tragic accident. A Mother &amp;amp; Father will be doing something NO parent should ever do.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has brought me here. On the eve of a season to draw closer to Him. This will be a different season of Lent for me. I will be remembering ALL He has done for me. I have lots to be thankful for and lots to praise Him for, but I also need Him more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had not grabbed onto me April 11th 2002, I wold be lost and in a dark dark place. But because HE loved me first, I am not there. I have a hope beyond this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say all of this so that hopefully someone else will step back and realize that they to should take the next 40 days to remember where God has brought them from and where He is taking them. I will be "giving up something" for those 40 days. But for now that is between me and my God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-1292349039902424119?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1292349039902424119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-of-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1292349039902424119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1292349039902424119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-of-lent.html' title='Season of Lent...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-240828709584171823</id><published>2011-03-06T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:12:10.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011... year of changes... again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So it's been a long while since I have posted anything. I guess I have let "life" get in the way. And like the title says, changes... again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But now that I sit and think about what that means, I come to the conclusion that things are ALWAYS changing. My kids are getting older. I'm getting older ( yes I admit I am "old", but not really) so that brings on more changes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2010 was an interesting year. Kyle driving and all that comes with that. Ally starting High School. Me coming to the decision to change jobs. Lots of change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But 2011 has it's own changes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I started a new job. Kyle is one year away from 18. Ally will be driving soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knows what else will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I know this. God will be with me every step of the way. Just as he has been. He will be who I turn to in the times of stress and worry if the right choice is being made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So while we are just over 2 months into 2011, I know that no matter what, I will make it. God will be my guide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I may still worry at times, but that comes from the Mom in me. And.... God will lead me through that...&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-240828709584171823?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/240828709584171823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-year-of-changes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/240828709584171823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/240828709584171823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-year-of-changes-again.html' title='2011... year of changes... again...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-7076131298864705575</id><published>2009-11-30T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:55:00.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The year in review.... well kinda...</title><content type='html'>2009... what a year this has been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of changes, sickness, out of country trips, camps, friends moving away, babies being born, new friendships, heartache, and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to take it all in and understand how it all fits into my life and how/who God is trying to shape me to be. (yes he's still shaping me... I'm just that stubborn) I know I may never understand it all but I'm trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's allowed joy this year, and quite a bit of pain... but I'm still here... still growing and moving forward... well trying to anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a 16yr old in less than 2 months... I don't know if I'm ready for that, but just like putting a rock on his head won't make him not grow taller, I can't keep him that little blond haired 5 yr old who couldn't wait to go see daddy on the "big boat"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl is not a baby anymore either... she's going to be 15 next summer... wow I'm getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 beautiful kids who love each other, even if they won't admit it in public, and who love their family and friends... what more can a Mom ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a husband who still looks at me like he did when we were dating and tells me he loves me everyday more than once... He even takes me to Starbucks for dates even though he's not a big fan of "fourbucks" as he calls it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to work at a place where I can minister to those who are hurting, those who are looking for help for themselves or for a loved one... AND i can say "Merry Christmas" when greeting someone or answering the phone and not that happy holidays junk! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what all 2010 holds for me, but I am going to try my hardest and trust that God has plans for me, to bless me, not harm me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is good and all that He does is good... May your 2010 be a blessed year... even in the hard, painful times when you are not even sure you can get up out of bed... He alone will give you all you need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-7076131298864705575?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7076131298864705575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-in-review-well-kinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7076131298864705575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7076131298864705575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-in-review-well-kinda.html' title='The year in review.... well kinda...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-7241061414470240333</id><published>2009-11-25T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:47:59.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving... Really???</title><content type='html'>Okay I know this year has gone fast, but is it really Thanksgiving???? Seems like it was just August and Greg &amp;amp; I were going to Tulsa for a wedding and celebrating 16yrs of married life. Then school was starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a crazy few months this has been! Gonna have to dwell on this and all that has happened... lots to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-7241061414470240333?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7241061414470240333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7241061414470240333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7241061414470240333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-really.html' title='Thanksgiving... Really???'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-1019916945271631857</id><published>2009-06-14T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:46:06.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why....</title><content type='html'>why.... why does it hurt so much??? I feel like I am being suffocated... like someone has taken all that I love and tore it from me... I did not think it would hurt this much... that I would feel like this... it's only gotten more painful as the last couple of days have gone by... as everyone else has left... as I pack my own kids to go... I beg God to take this pain I feel in my heart and soul away but it's just getting more and more heavy... I don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even seen to explain how I feel to my own husband... I feel like a failure as a wife for not seeing the other side of not going as a week with him... but then it's not really because we both will be working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you help those who I feel look at me as "crazy" when I try and explain that this is beyond something I do on Sundays and Wednesdays... That this is something I've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALLED &lt;/span&gt;to do... It's part of me... like breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here... Am I making the right choices? Did I miss something God was/is telling me? Am I even in His will anymore??? I hate that I have all this doubt and questions... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; He called me... I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; KNOW&lt;/span&gt; He loves me... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; He saved me from my sin and brought me life... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; I have made a difference in the lives of the students I have been around... So why these feelings???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired... I just want the hurt to stop and to have understanding... I'm tired of saying "I'm fine" when someone asks if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; wrong... I'm not fine... I'm wrestling with God and it hurts like crazy... I'm not sure if anyone is winning at this point... I'm ready for a calmness in my heart and soul... I'm tired of holding back tears everywhere I go... of crying in my car, or in the bedroom with the door shut so no one sees... and then putting on my "happy" face when I come out... Why do we do that? We all hurt and struggle... why don't we just admit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is going right in my life now... it's so hard that this one thing, this one BIG thing is causing almost everything to seem wrong when it's not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me peace and understanding, take away my hurt and tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-1019916945271631857?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1019916945271631857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1019916945271631857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/1019916945271631857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='why....'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-4637392206966435102</id><published>2009-04-29T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:41:44.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I posted anything... that is because life has been...&lt;br /&gt;C R A Z Y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now without a Manager at work. Travis has started his own gig and is doing well. We at the store feel like we are drowning at times, but I am sure it's all gonna work out. We (assistant managers and myself) are trying to keep the place running. Well mostly them &amp;amp; I am providing support and "what can I do to easy your work load?" help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was going good here at home with everyone well for once. Until, Tuesday the 14th... Ally came home with a fever of 102.9... never a good thing. It spiked to 103.7 before coming down to a reasonable 101. Went to the Dr the next day and though it was just a virus. Well by Friday we were back at the Dr getting blood drawn (which was a BAD experience and ended with her on the floor passed out) and running tests for strep, a CBC, and a MONO test. Well it ended up being MONO. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now before I go any longer, she was not kissing some boy. If you know her very well you know she has a BAD habit (which we are fixing) of drinking and eating after everyone. &lt;/span&gt;One of her friends had it and that is where she got it, drinking after someone. So now no soccer, Six Flags with Choir, and no Canada. That last one hurt the most. :( She was really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some very sleepless nights thanks to this lovely MONO virus. It can leave my house and NEVER come back thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22nd... ahhh what a day. Our Church hosted the Phil Wickham/Charlie Hall concert. Packed house. Awesome worship. Don't have any other words... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April also brought the last weeks of my study on Esther. It was a wonderful 9 weeks and I can't wait to start on the next study, "Knowing God by Name". This one will be more on my own and for my own sanity as I seem to wonder and stray when I am not in full study of His word. But if anyone would like to join me let me know! No video just 7 weeks of learning about God's names and what they mean, and how it can deepen our relationship w/Him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some wonderful time with Greg this month. We've had some stress, but what relationship doesn't. I would worry if we got along all the time! :) Spent a couple of great evenings @ The Wedge and had "us" time. SOOOO important to do if your married w/kids. If you don't already have that time, make time and start! It's too easy to loose your relationship in the kids. You will be better for it, and your relationship will be stronger and trust me your kids will see it! (even if they don't say they do to you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that is all I have, nothing to deep, just my life as I see it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-4637392206966435102?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4637392206966435102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/4637392206966435102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/4637392206966435102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-5600512549210377194</id><published>2009-03-23T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:35:11.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes... again....</title><content type='html'>So here we go... Things are changing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 9 weeks the kids will be out of school, and getting the final things together for the Canada trip and Super Summer shortly after that... In a week and a half, things at work change, and will continue to do so for a while with some leaving and new people coming in... If you know me well, I am not one who likes change... I don't like that unsettled feeling in my soul that comes with it... I think it's more the transition time I dislike the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has to happen I just like it better when it been a bit and all is as it should be... I know in the end all will be as it should be, but I like things lined out, I want to know what will happen... That is the control freak in me... I think that is why God throws things at me from left field... I think He enjoys stretching me beyond what I think I can do... And I always end up agreeing and thanking Him for the stretch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few days Greg will have been at his new job for 1 year... I can't believe it's been a year already... It seems as if it was just yesterday that we were talking and praying about this and then making the decision that this is what God has for us... It was scary and exciting all at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i can make it through my baby boy getting his permit and driving I might just be able to make it through anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-5600512549210377194?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5600512549210377194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/5600512549210377194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/5600512549210377194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-again.html' title='Changes... again....'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-2165316059254487639</id><published>2009-03-12T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:14:09.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Session 6...</title><content type='html'>As I sat down today in Bible study I had that anticipation I get almost every time...  It's that "I'm about to gain new insight on the scriptures" anticipation... Well... today was different.... It was more like an English lesson... now don't get me wrong I'll use some of what I learned in my further study of all things biblical... but I felt like we could have gone a more in depth way with chapter 6 of the book of Esther... I know it's only 14 versus, but heck some very important things happen! You see King Xerxes sleepless and after having a "bedtime story" read to him, realize that a man who saved his life was not give "proper" credit. You see a slimy ego hungry man, give his idea of how a man should be honored, and then thinking it's gonna all be done for him, CRUSHED and be told by the King to go and do this at once for Mordecai, the Jew... Then after the parade through the streets of Susa, he goes home and whines to his wife and "advisers" about it all and they are not to sympathetic, and then he's dragged of to his soon to be un-doing that he doesn't even see coming... See there is sooooo much to tear apart and dig into! Don't get me wrong, I can do the digging, but it's so nice to see I'm understanding it all! Oh well, lets see what week 7 and chapter 7 will bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-2165316059254487639?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2165316059254487639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/session-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/2165316059254487639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/2165316059254487639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/session-6.html' title='Session 6...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-3727590607512917457</id><published>2009-03-07T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:38:58.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banquet day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So it's Banquet Day for those at the middle school... for some it's just a big party to go to and hang out with friends. Others it a chance to dress up and, well hang out with friends. For my child it's the latter. She has tried on 5 or 6 dresses, brought 2 home from a friend, and then tried on 4 or so more and ended up with a new one (which is very cute btw). So today Ally &amp;amp; I are going and getting her hair cut, then to a friends to borrow a jacket to go with the dress so it passes dress code, then to find the "right" color of nail polish, then home to fix her hair, do her nails, and apply make up just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this just because I had hoped for 1 more year of "little Ally"... but the time has come... she's now "teen Ally"... with all the joys and heartache that comes with it... She will look beautiful and I'm sure I'll wipe a tear or two... just not in front of her... it's her day to shine... Still I wonder how Daddy will react to it all after we drop her off... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-3727590607512917457?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3727590607512917457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/banquet-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/3727590607512917457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/3727590607512917457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/banquet-day.html' title='Banquet day...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-7395995528625970672</id><published>2009-03-04T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:45:53.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gbx1kcPo0zo/Sa7_tb_smRI/AAAAAAAAABA/jzCIH3yrPv0/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gbx1kcPo0zo/Sa7_tb_smRI/AAAAAAAAABA/jzCIH3yrPv0/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309462166790510866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what to start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how bout my family... That's them up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg... where to start... he's the love of my life and i would be lost with out him... He's been there when I needed him most and even when I'm sure he'd rather be somewhere else... He's a wonderful dad and husband... We married very young and made it through 6 yrs of Naval deployments of being apart for months at a time while we should have been having fun in our "newley wed" stage... He's my anchor who keeps me grounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle... My first born... He's almost a foot taller than me but he will always be that little one I took home from the hospital 15 yrs ago... He loves to run... He makes it look soooo easy... and if I could have his abs I would be a happy woman! He has a wonderful heart for his friends and family... even if he doesn't  want us to know most of the time! it's hard to believe that in 3 and a half yrs he will graduate and move on to College... he has a heart for God and is growing closer to Him daily... what a joy that is to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allyson... aka Ally, Allyboo, Brat, hey you!... She is my sweet little girl on the way to being all grown up... Her friends mean the world to her and God is the center of her life... She loves animals of all kinds and I can't figure out if she'll be a teacher, nurse, or vet... time will tell... and it will also tell us if she will get any taller! not looking so hopeful at this point... It's such a joy to sit back and watch her "minister" to her friends... what a heart she has! It's growing closer to Him each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... well I'm and only, child who married an only child, and both of our dads are only children... and we had 2 kids... go figure! I love my God who saved me and shows me mercy each and every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a fairly good start... we'll see what the next one brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The lord is good to those who seek Him, to the soul who seeks Him"&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-7395995528625970672?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7395995528625970672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-to-start-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7395995528625970672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/7395995528625970672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-to-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gbx1kcPo0zo/Sa7_tb_smRI/AAAAAAAAABA/jzCIH3yrPv0/s72-c/IMG_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724203591626638752.post-2086186537600179567</id><published>2009-03-04T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:56:42.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I did the Xanga thing for a while, but that kinda died off... Soooo lets try this. I  truly enjoy reading about my friends lives so why not share mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick up a kid so i'll come back to this later and share some "deep thoughts" of mine... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenhomemom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5724203591626638752-2086186537600179567?l=jenhomemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2086186537600179567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/2086186537600179567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724203591626638752/posts/default/2086186537600179567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenhomemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Jenhomemom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525762443559630199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW5a2oIve2M/TWQzoWsm5dI/AAAAAAAAACE/NkwWzndugRQ/s220/IMG_4469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
