<?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-334000768707326800</id><updated>2011-08-21T07:46:22.318-04:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRAceZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HBmxnxhrbZU/s1600-h/DSCN2340.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYqfIbZyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z5vQq-B-dcY/s1600-h/DSCN2888.JPG'/><category term='Life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Jamaica'/><category term='God'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAJuqDEFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/y96z4D5ttV0/s400/DSCN3908.JPG'/><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBNDR0mthI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RDn0SwgRX9g/s320/DSCN2680.JPG'/><title type='text'>Momma In The Race</title><subtitle type='html'>"Don't you know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize!" 1 Corinthians 9:24</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2006911103204688609</id><published>2011-03-02T06:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:58:53.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is He up to?</title><content type='html'>Life here in Jamaica is good. The four of us are "settled" in our roles and life has a new "normal". We are balancing rest time, busy busy busy time and family time.&lt;br /&gt;In our typical day (which is never a weekend!!), I wake early, open up the gates and unlock doors, have time with God, kids wake and eat breakfast, some days we head to a school for devotions but other days it is straight to school work. Around 10:30 we collect chicken eggs and feed/water the chickens and then back to school for another hour. After lunch each day is different we may play outside, work outside, talk with staff, visit the team, take a team to Bible school, do crafts or the kids watch a movie and I work. I work on the Student Support program, the Store, make desserts for dinner or whatever else may happen to need attention. Evenings consist of dinner (most nights with the team) and then family time. Lately we have been outside, helping Audrey on her bike and watching Braylon on his big wheel. After bath time the kids head to their room and Aaron (Nate too) and I do a short workout. The night ends with a Psych episode, a game on the ipod or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my daily synopsis was painfully boring and poorly written. What I am trying to portray is: we appear to have things figured out. If I did not have emotions or the Holy Spirit, I would think that we are settled, that we are in the groove, right where we are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is just the opposite....I know we are following our current roles and listening to Christ call on our lives but I also know that we are not to be comfortable. That God is still unfolding our lives, that we are not to be stationary. My mind has been so busy lately, which in turn is making me physically tired and ready for early bedtime. Aaron and I have been prompted to expound upon underdeveloped ideas (maybe ideas is to general), that we never used to be concerned about. How has God geared us to minister? What types of ministering are important to us? We are supposed to reach the lost, DUH! BUT how? Through giving? Through relationship? Through raising up other Christians? Is our focus on the teams that come down? The people we see everyday? How do we incorporate both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of developing our "family's mission statement and plan" God has been working on my heart. Bringing back whispers he offered years ago. I feel like God is saying, I have not forgot X,Y and Z. My human mind trying to figure out everything is WORE out! How is God going to take where we are now, what we are learning, bundle it with X,Y,Z . What does God's plan look like? How will He do it? Some of it makes no sense to me! Maybe if I just let God be God then it would make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not maybe but it will! I don't have to figure it out, God will unfold. I know this! God has proved himself over and over again. In my daily devotions, the Word has spoke to me, in my daily walk God has used others to reveal himself. God shows himself in His time and I do not need to mentally work so hard to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was wrestling with God in my head. Aaron placed a vision in front of me that he thought God was calling us to. Although some where deep inside of me, I knew Aaron was right, I was not ready to let go. So as I drove to Bible school, as I interacted with the kids, as I talked to the ladies, my mind was occupied. I tossed ideas back and forth, told God he didn't make sense, that Aaron was being selfish and that I could see other plans being better. Then it happened the only day I sat in on the Bible story (the story prepared for and geared to children) and God used it to speak to me! Hmmph! If I am going to be childish then I suppose God will speak to me as a child :) and I am so glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wrestling and not fully submitting. I am working on it, I really am. I am believing that I must have faith to walk out in the deep even when I cannot see the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:3-4&lt;br /&gt;The watchman opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice.  He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.  When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2006911103204688609?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2006911103204688609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-he-up-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2006911103204688609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2006911103204688609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-he-up-to.html' title='What is He up to?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7393640386516340190</id><published>2010-11-20T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:17:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks</title><content type='html'>I missed two days of thanks on Facebook but I have been counting my blessings all weekend.  &lt;div&gt;1. Thankful for the many gifts/leftovers/hand-me downs that the Vrettos family gave us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Thankful for time to visit with Jody, Nick, Guy and Ernie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Thankful for the 10 days I got to spend with the Daniel Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More importantly I am thankful that God put us together at MTI and then on the same island.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing our kids are for each other! Jodi is a great woman to learn from and lean on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;4. Thankful that God allowed me the strength to stay up and get my house clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thankful the kids stayed up with me so they slept in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Thankful that I was able to run my errands and take care of payroll before the kids woke yesterday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;7. Thankful that Jody V had diaper bags and quick hands in the van as I decided to toss my cookies, more than once.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;8. Very thankful that my hubby took the kids to the pool so I could sleep off my carsickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;9. Enjoyed and thankful to have one last Jamaican dinner with John G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;10. Thankful to have served with John G and wish him many blessings (even though he will be missed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;11. Thankful for Progressive Foods (a new, very American grocery store). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;12. Thankful and proud of my daughter who volunteered and did the dishes (we will not discuss the amount of soap used or water found outside the sink ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;13. Thankful that our home is feeling more like our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;14. Thankful to Aaron for helping me reorganize closets and cabinets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;15. Thankful that during our cleanup Aaron took two minutes and slow danced with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;16. Thankful that I am so happy to be living in Jamaica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;17.  Thankful that we can afford to have a big Thanksgiving dinner in 5 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  Thankful that I get to pick up my mom in 7 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  Thankful and filled with fun ideas as I look at all the craft projects the kids and I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  Thankful that my children are flourishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful that God has blessed me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7393640386516340190?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7393640386516340190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/11/many-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7393640386516340190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7393640386516340190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/11/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1918667121515670544</id><published>2010-10-01T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:59:39.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites from the Storm</title><content type='html'>Favorite Prayer Answered : Escapees Rufous, Queenie and Reese were found without any harm to Jamaicans or livestock! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funniest Moment: Six Jamaicans in the back of the truck to look for Rufous. On the return trip-one Jamaican and Rufous in the back with five Jamaicans hiding in the truck.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Quote: "When the storm got really loud my prayers went on pause but then I started back again." -Audrey Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite View: All my children (Amoy, Richard, Tassia, Akba, Braylon and Audrey) sitting on the couch watching a movie by battery powered lap top.  (My oldest Melissa was safe in Kingston)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Reminder: God is in Control! He is our protector and deliverer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Dance: Aaron's happy dance when the electricity came back on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1918667121515670544?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1918667121515670544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorites-from-storm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1918667121515670544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1918667121515670544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorites-from-storm.html' title='Favorites from the Storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6381381109457700858</id><published>2010-07-08T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:14:40.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Child</title><content type='html'>I used to live with a woman, who woke early almost every morning to read her Bible.  "If you do not purposefully make time for God, you will not find time for Him."  "I miss my time with God, if I don't make time for it."  Then this lady would write verses on index cards and place them in popular places around our home.  "The Word is powerful, she would say."  If you cannot tell by the tone, I used to think this woman was a little, mmmmm, over the top or maybe crazy!&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Now, I have learned that she is smart!  I find myself longing for quiet mornings, sitting down and writing verses for memorization.  As I sat Tuesday morning reading my Bible, while everything was still and the house was quiet, I thought "I am my mother's child!"&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/334000768707326800-6381381109457700858?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6381381109457700858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mothers-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6381381109457700858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6381381109457700858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mothers-child.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-559784847633254110</id><published>2010-06-18T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:19:05.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Fish, animal crackers and kiddie pools</title><content type='html'>After reading this some of you will think the heat has went to my head, others will have tears in their eyes and some will be saying "OF COURSE HE DID!" (and you can have tears too)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron and I have said that our children's comfort food is gold fish (the snack that smiles back :)  Every time we have ran low on goldfish a friend or family member has sent/brought us more.  As I reached for our last box of gold fish, I debated on opening it.  "When this box is finished, we will be out until the first of July," I thought to myself.  Something in me (Holy Spirit) told me that God will take care of it, there will be more.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing to know that God hears us and sees our needs.  Life has been crazy this past week.  Aaron has worked 12-14 hour days all week, I have been busier than normal, kids have been with babysitters, we have not went to bed at our bedtimes and we are tired.  I was feeling tonight like I was letting my children down-  Not giving them enough stability, not giving them enough mommy and daddy time, ignoring them for other children  and  so on.  God knows the cries of my heart!  As I drove down the road close to tears b/c my baby was crying and he just wanted out of his seat and onto my lap, I felt God's peace come over me.  Upon arriving at the mission house I am met by Marggy who has started my work for me (much appreciated!) and GOLDFISH, ANIMAL CRACKERS AND A KIDDIE POOL.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight as the current team is packing up, they inform me that they are leaving a BIG bag of goldfish and a HUGE container of animal crackers.  We have enough snacks to get by until mid July or later!!!  God is such a provider.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next petty thing on our list has been a blow up pool for the kids.  It can be a little warm here in Jamaica and the kids love to play in the water.  We cannot let them play in the hose or with a sprinkler because of the water shortage.  So Aaron and I priced a small pool (you know big enough for 2 kids to sit in and can stay full of water) and were shocked when we saw a price tag of 38 US dollars.  Sorry kids no pool :(  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;UNTIL &lt;/span&gt;God has the team bring down a blow up kiddie pool.  They were going to use it for VBS but did not.  I think the poor woman was quite shocked at how joyful I was over a kiddie pool.  Hugging her and telling her we had wanted one but just couldn't justify the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all this rambling to say, God is taking care of us!  He didn't give me more hours in the day, or a child that wasn't clingy but He showed me that what matters to me matters to Him.  Seeing my children happy makes me happy and I know Sunday there will be some bright smiles when Daddy sets up the pool (I could do it tomorrow but I think Aaron will appreciate the excited laughter as well!)&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/334000768707326800-559784847633254110?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/559784847633254110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/06/gold-fish-animal-crackers-and-kiddie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/559784847633254110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/559784847633254110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/06/gold-fish-animal-crackers-and-kiddie.html' title='Gold Fish, animal crackers and kiddie pools'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2753643923559772314</id><published>2010-06-11T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:53:46.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and Heartache</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks Aaron and I have witnessed both amazing compassion and heartbreaking distress.  Sometimes staying focused on what God has placed us here to do, is difficult.  Knowing that God sees all the pain and distress is comforting but confusing.  I wonder how God can sit back and see these kids without shoes, without food, and mother's working their fingers to the bones to provide.  Then I speak with a mother and I hear her joy as she says, God is good! The Psalms tell her to let nothing take her joy and she is determined to obey.  I see two men (one of the men not even having his own blanket) give up their pay to assist another family.  A family of 14 living in a 12x12 home that is weak enough to be pushed over by 4 men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman at the gate needs money to purchase her child's school uniforms and books but I have to turn her away (we have enough money for 14 students and they are all accounted for).  Aaron must turn a woman away who is running from a murder.  The man chopped her hand off with a meat cleaver and it was sewn back on (swollen and bruised).  We have promised six homes already this summer to "dire situations" and will try to find her assistance but cannot offer immediate help.  Heartbreaking and disturbed we turn to God and offer the most powerful asset we have, prayer.  Prayer is the one avenue that will keep us focused on God's work here.  We cannot solve any of these problems on our own but with God we can help and we can give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, a hug to two children that just stopped by. A cricket ball to boys in the playfield, just because we want to bless them.  A phone call to say, I was praying for your exams.  A ride home because I know you are tired and walked 2 miles in the heat of the day.  An invitation to hang out, just because I desire your company, no strings attached.  I am humbled that God called me to this country to live everyday seeking ways to love.  Love with my heart, my spirit, my physical touch, my talents and when others are compassionate, I get to share love offerings.  The mother was correct God is good and I will not allow the sad situations over shadow the Love, Joy, Compassion, and Desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2753643923559772314?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2753643923559772314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/06/joy-and-heartache.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2753643923559772314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2753643923559772314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/06/joy-and-heartache.html' title='Joy and Heartache'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8648603091984979761</id><published>2010-05-23T12:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:51:07.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal?</title><content type='html'>Audrey had a babysitter (previous post), the next day she stayed with our neighbor Velna and yesterday she had a friend over for 4 hours, only to return and have two other children at the gate to play.  To top things off we had a team arrive last night so I spent the afternoon making them cookies.  Aaron helped organize the house a little bit and clean up as well.  Yesterday felt like a "normal" Saturday.  &lt;div&gt;The team arrived about 5:15pm and we were excited to meet them!  21 student/chaperones from Kentucky Wesleyan University.  Braylon and Audrey took to them immediately!  (I am always amazed that God created my kids with personalities perfect for this time in our lives!)  Braylon got to play tractors with a few girls and basketball with one of the young men.  Audrey was playing Boo! with some of the students within 20 minutes of their arrival.  She also went on a walk and completed a puzzle with the girls.  I can tell already this is going to be a fun week!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for this team as God uses them to do His work here in Jamaica.  May they be blessed and be a blessing to those they are serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8648603091984979761?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8648603091984979761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/normal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8648603091984979761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8648603091984979761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/normal.html' title='Normal?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5590023969341130361</id><published>2010-05-21T12:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:26:35.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my first babysitter.  Annakay was great and the kids loved her!  Recommended by another missionary I felt comfortable leaving her for the day.  After running errands in town, getting lunch for the crew, dreaming about my role here and completing student support paperwork-I was ready to see my babies! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Annakay home instead of getting her a taxi.  On the way we picked up another girl who happened to be in the student support program (I had not met her yet).  Sasheen is sweet and very patient with motor mouth Audrey!  As I drove the windy, twisting, bumpy mountain road we passed other homes that I will need visit for student support.  Driving through one area of the mountain, I was informed a principal had been murdered there the day before (insert lump in throat).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we drove farther and farther down a side road, I could not believe that Annakay was willing to walk the entire length of the side road to come watch my children.  As we headed to her home, I got to meet Annakay's mother, Aunt and cousin.  We picked up Annakay's son (Akiele, 8 months) from her cousin.  He is the cutest baby and soooo happy!  He about jumped out of Anna's arms to reach Audrey.  Audrey is very fond of Akeile and was happy to see him again.  Next week we are hoping to have Annakay and Akeile over for the evening.  Annakay has completed cosmetology school (with financial assistance from the student support program) so we offer her services (pedicure, nails, braids, massage) to teams and thus helping Annakay financially.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annakay's home was cute, not what we would picture for ourselves but it had four walls, paint and a door!  I am amazed at how sweet and happy Annakay is, with the circumstances she has/is facing.  Akiele is such a smart and talkative baby......maybe all we really do need is love.  Love from others and love of Christ!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for Annakay and her family.  God has plans for this woman and I cannot wait to see them unfold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was not the initial intention of this blog post but as I type I feel lead to offer ways to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you feel led to help Annakay or other students in the student support program here our ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Annakay can always use new nail polish colors, acrylic nails, acrylic powder and other nail accessories (then she can profit more when doing nails).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Annakay would like a stroller so make it easier to attend church.  Akeile is getting heavy and it is a loooooong walk to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Books/diapers.....these items are expensive here in Jamaica and we would disperse them among many parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Financial support can be donated to CSI marked for student support program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have more questions feel free to ask or email mommaintherace@gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5590023969341130361?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5590023969341130361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5590023969341130361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5590023969341130361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-day.html' title='Just a day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1570603835405497208</id><published>2010-05-01T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:39:30.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been debating what I wanted to say in my first blog from Jamaica.  We have lived in Jamaica 2 weeks and 3days and I could write a book on life thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are settled into our home&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am amazed at the amount of furniture I can live without&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;hankful&lt;/b&gt; to Jamie B for leaving me with kitchen equipment!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our puppy Roscoe is a God send for Braylon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our backyard is full of fruit (baby bananas, limes, cherries, apples, pineable and mango)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for but adjusting to locking and unlocking the porch grill and outside gate every time we leave and return &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blessed with a great neighborhood! One neighbor is known to "take care of unwanted strangers," another a vigilant watch dog and a lady who would bend over backward to help me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Aaron and I are learning our roles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;God will have to provide His amazing wisdom and strength as we fill the big shoes left by the Vrettos family and Jamie B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Met students and teachers in the scholarship program yesterday (I am going to love this job!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Enjoying daily devotions with the kids and homeschooling 4 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Love the staff at the mission house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Teams are such a blessing and look forward to the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;God is doing amazing things with Project RAISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I have learned to drive on the other side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Jamaican food is amazing!  (proud of Audrey for trying everything!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Food is expensive!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I have cooked more for my family in two weeks than I generally do in two months in the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Thankful for God's provisions and helping me make food stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Its amazing how much water and electricity we wasted in the states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could go for a snowy mocha and cranberry nut muffin from Main St coffee in Farmland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;A late night game with my family sounds awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some familiar hugs would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you made it to the end of the list without being bored....you are awesome!  God is awesome and doing amazing things in Jamaica and in our lives!  If you want to know more about something leave me a comment or send me an email :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1570603835405497208?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1570603835405497208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1570603835405497208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1570603835405497208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5063535101510686077</id><published>2010-03-28T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:56:25.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who really is the Dirt Bag?</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have noticed some commercials that really bug me.  You have probably seen them-&lt;div&gt;the male actor is so in love with his possession (in some it is a beer) that he rambles on about how wonderful it is, tells of the great lengths he would go to obtain/keep the item. It is very obvious that his "item/product" is very important to him.  Then he is speechless to his significant other; barely capable of muttering a few loving words and is not willing to go to any lengths for her.  He obviously communicates to his wife/girlfriend that she has little significance in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirt Bag!  She is your wife, love her, make her feel important, the least you could do is give her as much praise as you give your beer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how often I do that to God.  I ramble on and on about me, I go to great lengths to keep my things organized. I express my love for my computer, cell phone, itouch by spending many hours each day with them.  Then I leave a few words left for God.  I tell Him I will get to Him in a minute.  How important do I make God feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maybe I am the Dirt Bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5063535101510686077?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5063535101510686077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-really-is-dirt-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5063535101510686077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5063535101510686077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-really-is-dirt-bag.html' title='Who really is the Dirt Bag?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7347398391072345485</id><published>2010-03-13T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:51:21.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAJuqDEFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/y96z4D5ttV0/s400/DSCN3908.JPG'/><title type='text'>Island Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We received disappointing news Thursday.  Our expected departure date of 3/23/10 was pushed back.  The next possible departure 3/25/10, MAYBE or 3/28/10 or 4/1/10 or well I am not thinking past that.  The Jamaican government has not had time to review our documentation and without their approval we cannot get our Visa and without a Visa-no travel for the Blacks.   Island time has its advantages (you can never be late) and its disadvantages (deadlines do not really exist).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My initial reaction was one of sadness and disappointment.  Just five hours earlier I had went through the emotions of preparing myself for the expected phone call "Your approved!  See you on the 23rd!"  I had the nervous butterfly stomach, the sadness of saying goodbye and the excitement of picturing myself boarding the plane.  NOW those feelings are negated and left with uncertainty.  The uncertainty did not last long, no we do not have a departure date but God quickly reminded me that He is in control!  God knows our days, our hours, our minutes.  While the 23rd was "our plan" God showed his grace and intervened.  Changing our departure date to an upcoming date that is in His "ideal time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An hour after all of these events this is what God painted for me (okay that sounds narcissistic) but I appreciated the reminder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAKXoE4zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_bZzNRvIL64/s1600-h/DSCN3903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAKXoE4zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_bZzNRvIL64/s400/DSCN3903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448159458608079666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAJuqDEFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/y96z4D5ttV0/s400/DSCN3908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448159447610495058" /&gt;&lt;div&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/334000768707326800-7347398391072345485?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7347398391072345485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/island-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7347398391072345485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7347398391072345485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/island-time.html' title='Island Time'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S5vAKXoE4zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_bZzNRvIL64/s72-c/DSCN3903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-316100321963333058</id><published>2010-03-10T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:58:54.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoying my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Loving my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; with old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good use of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to speak with supporters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to handle financial business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Missing my preschool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Need more Bible TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; to blog about the concepts God is placing on my heart&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/334000768707326800-316100321963333058?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/316100321963333058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/316100321963333058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/316100321963333058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8272819025315055406</id><published>2010-03-07T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:31:45.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>It was a perfect plan, nothing out of the ordinary- show up at the normal time and place for growth group, head up to the youth room b/c the kitchen "was occupied" and BAM!   a room full of balloons, streamers, food and my closest friends/family.  I am so thankful for my growth group family to realize how important this night was for us.  Aaron and I do not like to say goodbye but the time was well spent.  As Aaron and I sat on stage one by one our growth group members shared words of encouragment, memories, and sadness; we were humbled.  We cried, we laughed, we cried some more.   We were blessed by the graciousness of our friends.  The intuition of Kimberly to know what we would need (something simple, good food, and time for grieving).   We do not deserve the praise they offered but it was like vitamins for our hearts and mind.  Reminders of the talents God has placed in us and reflections of how Christ has been growing us for this moment.  I do not want to leave this group of wonderful people BUT I am glad that since I am leaving it is these people that will be praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8272819025315055406?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8272819025315055406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8272819025315055406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8272819025315055406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8111335368068293913</id><published>2010-02-28T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:03:07.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end......</title><content type='html'>A chapter in my/our life is closing and a new adventure awaits.  In the next 23 days we will pack up the house we have called home for 4 months, say goodbye to our co-workers/students, couch surf through parents/siblings and friends homes, attend our last gathering of the Branches of Farmland (as regular attenders), pack 3 heavy suitcases and say emotional, tear filled goodbyes-see you laters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my goodbyes to be meaningful.  When I say goodbye I want people to know that they have affected my lives enough that I am crying for them.  I am so thankful to love and be loved that is is worth every tear, every sob, every ache to spend time expressing my feelings.   This is not going to be an easy four weeks but it will be treasured and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that my friends and family will share in the griefs and joys.  Not hesitating to call and cry, stop by to say we will be missed.  Life is full of seasons and as our season changes others' lives are changing too.  We cannot say good hellos without good goodbyes.  As much as I want to get on the plane and avoid the tears, I cannot.  This is all part of the experience and I don't want to miss a God moment along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8111335368068293913?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8111335368068293913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8111335368068293913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8111335368068293913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end......'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5889028610249756364</id><published>2010-02-23T17:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:51:01.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYqfIbZyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z5vQq-B-dcY/s1600-h/DSCN2888.JPG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;YAY Duck- Our support is increasing!  God is confirming our call! (AGAIN!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YAY Duck- Moved out a dresser and grill today (less stuff!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yuck Duck-Dresser is for my niece that I will not see on the day of her birth or many other days throughout the year :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYpWyfoJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OQ0-TPAC770/s400/100_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441571717285650578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YAY DUCK- My Dad cares enough he wants to see me off at the airport!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YUCK Duck-I have to say goodbye at the airport :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYquuQmXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HqwWfAfJthI/s400/DSCN3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441571740890208626" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;YAY Duck- March 23rd is almost here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yuck Duck- Several Birthdays, Easter and Mother's Day will be here soon too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYqfIbZyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z5vQq-B-dcY/s1600-h/DSCN2888.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYqfIbZyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z5vQq-B-dcY/s400/DSCN2888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441571736705001250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bring on the kleenex!  The next four weeks are going to be a roller coaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5889028610249756364?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5889028610249756364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-duck-our-support-is-increasing-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5889028610249756364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5889028610249756364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-duck-our-support-is-increasing-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S4RYpWyfoJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OQ0-TPAC770/s72-c/100_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2758309485899874569</id><published>2010-02-19T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:00:40.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pair a what?</title><content type='html'>A great tool we learned at MTI was illustrated in the previous post.  With all things in life there are YAY! and YUCK! moments.  With the clean duck representing yays and the dirty duck resembling yucks we have a pair of ducks or PARADOX!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times leaving for Jamaica is a YAY duck and other times YUCK!  Today at work as I had preschoolers climb on my lap asking Ms Melissa to read, I was sad and thought of how I would miss these children and the joy they posses.  Then I think of all the new children I am going to meet, hold on my lap, offer food to and mentor, I am then filled with excitement.  The excited feeling does not take away from the sad feeling so I am left with tears and happiness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey is dealing with her own YAY duck and Yuck duck right now.  She is sad to leave Farmland but has asked multiple times to look at the picture of her week "new neighbors."  She is so excited to make friends with the families that will live down the road from us but she is so sad to leave her home in Farmland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's word shows us many times that one emotion cannot come without another:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Cor 4:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this light &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;momentary affliction&lt;/span&gt; is preparing for us an eternal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;weight of glory &lt;/span&gt;beyond all comparison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Peter 4: 12-13 Beloved do not be surprised at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;fie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;ry trial&lt;/span&gt; when it comes upon you to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; you as though something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;strange &lt;/span&gt;were happening to you.  13 But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;rejoice&lt;/span&gt; insofar as you share Christ's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; sufferings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; that you may also &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;rejoice and be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when his glory is revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 30:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For His &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; is but for a moment, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;his favor&lt;/span&gt; is for a lifetime.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;may tarry for the night, but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;comes with the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2758309485899874569?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2758309485899874569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/pair-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2758309485899874569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2758309485899874569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/pair-what.html' title='Pair a what?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5732355839174319087</id><published>2010-02-17T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:14:22.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3xcFCEcARI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YWENVakEpg4/s1600-h/Slide1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3xcFCEcARI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YWENVakEpg4/s400/Slide1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323691481301266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5732355839174319087?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5732355839174319087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5732355839174319087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5732355839174319087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3xcFCEcARI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YWENVakEpg4/s72-c/Slide1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1556226619285097082</id><published>2010-02-10T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:28:26.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Series</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I need to look to the Bible for practical advice.  &lt;div&gt;Some areas I will be reviewing include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grief/Loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Womanly behavior/Loving Wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest/Stillness/Sabbath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raising Children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bribery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I need help......do you have a practical topic that would be nice to scripture references for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I do discuss a topic and related scripture please feel free to throw in other scripture!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1556226619285097082?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1556226619285097082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1556226619285097082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1556226619285097082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-series.html' title='New Series'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2647595002039795335</id><published>2010-02-10T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:52:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving is a try....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3LVKcmbxYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KwP3Z-UH1nA/s1600-h/Mountain1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3LVKcmbxYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KwP3Z-UH1nA/s400/Mountain1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436642075642414466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3LVKK8XzBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UR-UieNnDIc/s1600-h/GardenofGods.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3LVKK8XzBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UR-UieNnDIc/s400/GardenofGods.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436642070902590482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2647595002039795335?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2647595002039795335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-is-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2647595002039795335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2647595002039795335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-is-try.html' title='Giving is a try....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S3LVKcmbxYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KwP3Z-UH1nA/s72-c/Mountain1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3202210034527959683</id><published>2010-02-02T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:08:14.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Corinthians 1:3,4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S2ezIt7vqwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tIJNbgdEpNY/s1600-h/DSCN3304_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S2ezIt7vqwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tIJNbgdEpNY/s320/DSCN3304_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433508437796301570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"  style="font-weight: bold;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (New International Version)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;"&gt;The God of All Comfort&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28788" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28789" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (The Message)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Rescue&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12277" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3-5&lt;/sup&gt;All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3202210034527959683?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3202210034527959683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-corinthians-134.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3202210034527959683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3202210034527959683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-corinthians-134.html' title='2 Corinthians 1:3,4'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S2ezIt7vqwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tIJNbgdEpNY/s72-c/DSCN3304_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8646283370688329148</id><published>2010-01-27T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:02:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Held Hostage</title><content type='html'>Today I was held hostage by a terrorist group, I was forced to sit quietly in a small, dark area with 9 other Christians.  We did not know how long we would be in this place but the gun shots, artillery, and terrorist soldiers right next to our hide out were frightening.  Time seemed to stand still when flashlights lingered near the entrance of our hideout and soldiers banged up against the walls.  I knew my children had been evacuated but did not know where Aaron was.  I was chosen to evacuate upon the arrival of a rescue plane but quickly sent back into hiding when the mission was aborted.  I then had to make the hardest decision of my life and help choose who from or group would be executed for the safety of the rest of the group.  Tears flowed down my face as I heard the two men be ordered to the ground and a gun shot for each life.  I pictured telling the wife of one of the men that his last request was to tell her "he loved her" and how sorry I was that his life was taken over mine.  My thoughts quickly turned to my husband and knowing his leadership style if he was in a similar circumstance that he was dead because he would volunteer his life for the safety of others.  Without having another moment to think the terrorist came into our hiding place and took two more victims.  Within seconds there were two more gunshots and two more wives without husbands and four children without fathers.  My body shook and the tears were flowing but I did not say a word.....was I next? Was I prepared to die?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully I did not have to make this decision, the simulation ended.  Yes, the SIMULATION but it was the realest simulation I have ever been in.  As I found Aaron in the group of people going through another simulation (similar to mine) I buried my head in his chest and cried.  Upon gaining my senses I looked around to see most of the group was or had been crying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to pray and praise God up until executions took place and then I was too frazzled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind did not allow me to think of more than I could handle.  I did not put any thought into my children other than knowing they were safe.  Emotionally I could not handle thinking about what would happen to my children if I was not able to get them meals, if I could not tuck them, if I never saw them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are women in this small community at MTI that can read me and care for me like they have known me for years not 1 1/2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my husband and rely on him for strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8646283370688329148?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8646283370688329148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/held-hostage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8646283370688329148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8646283370688329148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/held-hostage.html' title='Held Hostage'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8044794892540077531</id><published>2010-01-26T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:02:39.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend that Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-enxWEd-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/1lUUc9TjfLY/s1600-h/DSCN3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-enxWEd-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/1lUUc9TjfLY/s320/DSCN3365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431234081730099170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-enpf4AYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hMWZrLKoV24/s1600-h/DSCN3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-enpf4AYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hMWZrLKoV24/s320/DSCN3396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431234079623741826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-em_roDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cLMe5AOtlTo/s1600-h/DSCN3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-em_roDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cLMe5AOtlTo/s320/DSCN3460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431234068398738738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-emV6uFOI/AAAAAAAAATs/EtbRJNnxE_c/s1600-h/DSCN3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-emV6uFOI/AAAAAAAAATs/EtbRJNnxE_c/s320/DSCN3402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431234057187759330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was full of fun and adventure!  We went to Focus on The Family (great great place), Seven Cliff Falls, a journey up the mountains and drove around Garden of the Gods (this is a place we will revisit).  On Sunday we visited Log Cabin Church and that it was :)  The people there were so friendly and welcoming.  For lunch we went to Chili's with 4 other families and had a wonderful time eating and talking.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful to have this time in Colorado.  We do not have television or internet in our room and there is no cable throughout the entire place so there is large amounts of time spent building relationships.  Aaron and I have had fun spending time with our kids, with each other and with all of our new friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning so much about myself and how I view others.  My relationship with Christ is growing deeper and I am often left pondering "How much more can I be stretched?"  Stretching is a good thing but very tiring and at some points confusing.  I am excited for the next 1 1/2 weeks and look forward to all that they have to offer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8044794892540077531?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8044794892540077531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8044794892540077531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8044794892540077531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-that-was.html' title='Weekend that Was'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1-enxWEd-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/1lUUc9TjfLY/s72-c/DSCN3365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3130004453575340449</id><published>2010-01-20T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:00:39.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Quotes From The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Integrity = The people who know you the best, trust you the most.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you cannot thank your father for the way he loved your mother, you are from a dysfunctional family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Josh McDowell*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCzsxr5KI/AAAAAAAAATk/yJG8NyALGfc/s1600-h/DSCN3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCzsxr5KI/AAAAAAAAATk/yJG8NyALGfc/s320/DSCN3326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022069267096738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCzBiSueI/AAAAAAAAATc/0fSV-r-VqCE/s1600-h/DSCN3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCzBiSueI/AAAAAAAAATc/0fSV-r-VqCE/s320/DSCN3296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022057659808226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCyl8G_AI/AAAAAAAAATU/T275naO8faQ/s1600-h/DSCN3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCyl8G_AI/AAAAAAAAATU/T275naO8faQ/s320/DSCN3321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022050251897858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCyF7JmHI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rv3VBTnrZ7M/s1600-h/DSCN3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCyF7JmHI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rv3VBTnrZ7M/s320/DSCN3285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022041657940082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCxoN3nRI/AAAAAAAAATE/UXJdFslWHTg/s1600-h/DSCN3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCxoN3nRI/AAAAAAAAATE/UXJdFslWHTg/s320/DSCN3282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022033683389714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3130004453575340449?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3130004453575340449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-quotes-from-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3130004453575340449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3130004453575340449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-quotes-from-day.html' title='2 Quotes From The Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1fCzsxr5KI/AAAAAAAAATk/yJG8NyALGfc/s72-c/DSCN3326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3713265297196560572</id><published>2010-01-18T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:24:00.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great trip, filled with many small blessings!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Last night we met a very friendly hotel receptionist who gave us excellent directions to a different hotel that would accommodate our needs better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*A flight attendant gave us lots of extra snacks, just because!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*On the small plane our row had the only vacant seat on the plane (more space for us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Our kids were excellent!  The slept the entire second flight, just in time to arrive in Colorado Springs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1Uiuj5mV4I/AAAAAAAAASk/UklTBbBUyzw/s320/DSCN3268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283109171156866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron right outside our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UitAdaePI/AAAAAAAAASM/7tGtL1JQ14Q/s320/DSCN3265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283082477828338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylon escaped our room and tried to climb Pike's Peak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UitploxwI/AAAAAAAAASU/8i9eK1Dc5EE/s320/DSCN3266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283093518173954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was tough but he is strong......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiuLA6nBI/AAAAAAAAASc/0kE3JrcuEy4/s1600-h/DSCN3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiuLA6nBI/AAAAAAAAASc/0kE3JrcuEy4/s320/DSCN3267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283102490958866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiCPFQ7nI/AAAAAAAAASE/J-CKBoOdV2M/s1600-h/DSCN3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiCPFQ7nI/AAAAAAAAASE/J-CKBoOdV2M/s320/DSCN3258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282347668696690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the playground directly outside our room!  The weather is warm enough that the kids played for 1/2 hour today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiBbrCx4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/HPdE2aKHFCY/s1600-h/DSCN3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiBbrCx4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/HPdE2aKHFCY/s320/DSCN3262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282333868509058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zoomed in view of our skyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiAzTZlVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/dAlUpMfI1a0/s1600-h/DSCN3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiAzTZlVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/dAlUpMfI1a0/s320/DSCN3256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282323031922002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiAX9IwqI/AAAAAAAAARs/oSpw-MI-rS8/s1600-h/DSCN3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1UiAX9IwqI/AAAAAAAAARs/oSpw-MI-rS8/s320/DSCN3250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282315690787490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BORED in the airport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1Uh_wNue6I/AAAAAAAAARk/Kdmzw6bHe_0/s1600-h/DSCN3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1Uh_wNue6I/AAAAAAAAARk/Kdmzw6bHe_0/s320/DSCN3253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282305022950306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can tell that our time here will be filled with fun, love, laughter, tears, learning and encouragement.  All the people here are amazing!  Thank you to everyone who has been and is praying for us!  Your prayers are being answered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3713265297196560572?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3713265297196560572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3713265297196560572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3713265297196560572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-here.html' title='We are here!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/S1Uiuj5mV4I/AAAAAAAAASk/UklTBbBUyzw/s72-c/DSCN3268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4082708455472182828</id><published>2010-01-17T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:20:12.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>With a long hiatus I am back to the blogging world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened/changed since my last post so I will do a quick update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my job at Little Learners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braylon loves daycare and Ms Debbie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey is a smarty pants (okay somethings have not changed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are leaving for Colorado Springs, CO in the morning for missionary training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are departure date for Jamaica is tentatively scheduled for March 2oth!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4082708455472182828?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4082708455472182828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-at-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4082708455472182828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4082708455472182828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5920330767742634478</id><published>2009-10-25T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:48:31.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM READY&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>I AM READY &lt;div&gt;to begin a new routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to put God first in my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have my brother home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to exercise (i need to stop talking about it and DO IT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see Nick and Jody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go to a retreat in FL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bust with some news (but not my news to tell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make pudding cups with Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to read to Braylon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make new friends, enjoy the old ones and love love love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5920330767742634478?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5920330767742634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5920330767742634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-ready.html' title='I AM READY&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2774736450642237052</id><published>2009-10-21T17:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:20:01.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBNDR0mthI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RDn0SwgRX9g/s320/DSCN2680.JPG'/><title type='text'>Thank you Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBND7oHqxI/AAAAAAAAARY/pIBF4Z9YCGU/s1600-h/DSCN2682.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBND7oHqxI/AAAAAAAAARY/pIBF4Z9YCGU/s320/DSCN2682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397083530767122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little boy has had a year full of ear infections with one occurrence lasting over 6 weeks.  It was decided he would need tubes and I was just fine with that! His appointment was scheduled for Nov 20th and typically I would have patiently waited BUT he currently has an infection and I know how long it takes him to heal.  We are planning to attend a retreat in Florida in November and I was dreading a plane ride with fluid in Braylon's ears.  I made a phone call to the ear doctor's nurse expecting the answer, I received, "no way we can move you up, there are just too many patients needing surgery right now, sorry we cannot help."  Okay so I tried but then I let God try and he NEVER FAILS!  Two hours after being told "no way" the nurse called with a cancellation for yesterday morning.  So at 6:30am yesterday Braylon, Aaron and I were signing into outpatient surgery.  After the anesthesiologist called my son a she for the third time (after being corrected twice) I was not feeling too comfortable about the guy.  My husband and I both agreed he was not  exactly the mentality we wanted putting our son to sleep  (Oh 21lbs I thought they said 71lbs, oops!)  Thankfully God heard our concerns and along comes a new anesthesiologist, thanks to some "technical difficulties and paperwork issues" the first anesthesiologist was unable to assist the doctor on Braylon's surgery.  Thank you Jesus! Braylon received tubes at 7:40 and at 8:45am we were home :)  He was a little fussy yesterday but the difference is already evident!&lt;div&gt;Daddy did a good job of taking care of Braylon yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBNDR0mthI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RDn0SwgRX9g/s320/DSCN2680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397072308844050" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBNC_VDOgI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xwbp1fHiu90/s320/DSCN2679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397067344656898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2774736450642237052?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2774736450642237052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-jesus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2774736450642237052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2774736450642237052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank you Jesus!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SuBND7oHqxI/AAAAAAAAARY/pIBF4Z9YCGU/s72-c/DSCN2682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-9030985909596272043</id><published>2009-10-20T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:44:33.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's For Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had a special appearance at our house tonight.  Chef Audrey VE entertained our family with a delicious meal.  She created dishes from her favorite recipe digest; pbssproutonline.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the menu were &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Elmo Funny Face Pizza Surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/St479DGP7aI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2MOKKdAucwY/s320/DSCN2670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394815323626007970" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and Noddy's Apple Cars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/St48YCiw1dI/AAAAAAAAARA/R6wsCFh3Fbo/s320/DSCN2677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394815787333637586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-9030985909596272043?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/9030985909596272043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9030985909596272043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9030985909596272043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s For Dinner?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/St479DGP7aI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2MOKKdAucwY/s72-c/DSCN2670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1585247908948098883</id><published>2009-10-15T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:02:52.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get Comfortable</title><content type='html'>I have been enjoying our life in the log cabin!  Evidentially a little too much!  God has decided to shake things up, once again.  We will be homeless in approximately 3-4 weeks.  If you are like me your first reaction is.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WHAT!!???!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I realized a few things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. I was settling into life in Indiana a little too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. I was not focusing on raising funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. I was not praying for our life as missionaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. I was enjoying the comfortable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I know God wants us to enjoy life and I am thankful for the life he has given me but at the same time I must keep my focus on Him and His call on my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So God has shook things up and we are looking for a new home.  At the same time our energies and minds are refocused.  As we are moving I am hoping this is the last move before Jamaica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Best of luck to the McAllister Family as they move back HOME and settle in to a different way of life for a few months!  Thank you for sharing your home with us for a few months :)&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/334000768707326800-1585247908948098883?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1585247908948098883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-get-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1585247908948098883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1585247908948098883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-get-comfortable.html' title='Don&apos;t get Comfortable'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4366883725307354095</id><published>2009-09-19T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:41:47.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UnderPaid???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron and I had a discussion the other day based around professions we feel are under paid...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Service Men/Women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Teachers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Childcare Staff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pastors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Police/Fire/Ambulance Personnel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am sure there are more....who would you add to the list?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4366883725307354095?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4366883725307354095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/underpaid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4366883725307354095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4366883725307354095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/underpaid.html' title='UnderPaid???'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2720384485867292917</id><published>2009-09-09T09:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:21:42.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Answer Is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR6Fl-FyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMwg564yCuo/s1600-h/DSCN2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR6Fl-FyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMwg564yCuo/s320/DSCN2355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413869455709986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR5iAL1aI/AAAAAAAAAQo/lnC6NFbn3PU/s1600-h/DSCN2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR5iAL1aI/AAAAAAAAAQo/lnC6NFbn3PU/s320/DSCN2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413859901986210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR5LIY6xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UJbcc6ElwhU/s1600-h/DSCN2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR5LIY6xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UJbcc6ElwhU/s320/DSCN2347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413853762382610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsQWQxIx0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gaKEVL_Ilzw/s1600-h/DSCN2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsQWQxIx0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gaKEVL_Ilzw/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412154468419394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsQV-ZYHDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DexveQDs_kQ/s1600-h/DSCN2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsQV-ZYHDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DexveQDs_kQ/s320/DSCN2351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412149536922674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsPil2M5kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IXhARfFJHeQ/s1600-h/DSCN2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsPil2M5kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IXhARfFJHeQ/s320/DSCN2350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411266773608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cheese Puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;He dumped a big bag and enjoyed way too many of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(In case you are curious his poo was orange the next day)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2720384485867292917?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2720384485867292917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-answer-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2720384485867292917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2720384485867292917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-answer-is.html' title='And The Answer Is.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqsR6Fl-FyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMwg564yCuo/s72-c/DSCN2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4759522052155435038</id><published>2009-09-08T12:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:23:51.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRAceZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HBmxnxhrbZU/s1600-h/DSCN2340.JPG'/><title type='text'>First Day of Pre-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagSUbnLuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/baibXAU66L8/s1600-h/DSCN2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagSUbnLuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/baibXAU66L8/s320/DSCN2342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163041523248866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRySrrUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mm9D3Ofom_w/s1600-h/DSCN2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRySrrUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mm9D3Ofom_w/s320/DSCN2341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163032358989122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRAceZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HBmxnxhrbZU/s1600-h/DSCN2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagRAceZdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HBmxnxhrbZU/s320/DSCN2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163018978289106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New year, new school and I believe we have found a great place!  Audrey will still be receiving schooling at home but she needed the interaction with other kids (in case you don't know Audrey she thrives on being around others!).  I also feel it is important for Braylon to receive the one on one time with Mommy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagQvngRQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0Szra0nKeg4/s320/DSCN2337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163014461146370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When picking Audrey up she explained, "some kids stay for daycare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I agreed with her and went on driving, then with a disappointed tone, "I want to stay for daycare."  I explained to Audrey that we didn't have a need for daycare so she would not be attending.  Her response in the most grown up voice, "Well, maybe next time I can stay."  She must really like the school and her new friends if she is wanting to stay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey is special helper this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagQIYfsKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/u3JMC8QFaoE/s320/DSCN2362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163003929211042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a later date......Braylon, Braylon, Braaaaaylon, What are you into???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any guesses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4759522052155435038?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4759522052155435038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-pre-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4759522052155435038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4759522052155435038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-pre-school.html' title='First Day of Pre-School'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqagSUbnLuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/baibXAU66L8/s72-c/DSCN2342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-46189045497182009</id><published>2009-09-03T14:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:55:12.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>**Inspired**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dear friend &lt;a href="http://itismyprerogative.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; and my wonderful sister &lt;a href="http://iwouldrecommend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carla&lt;/a&gt; have inspired me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are both taking on challenges and are in action or getting ready for action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After getting off the phone with Kimberly yesterday I started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thinking about the few things that I love to do and don't make time for or have always wanted to do and made excuses.  I have come up with a list of four initiatives.  I believe I can work on all four at once because two I should do everyday but have recently became lax on each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Read my Bible/ Devotional book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Exercise- walk, run, lift weights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No laughing at the next two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take a photography class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Dance lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been playing around with my camera and ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqANdpJdhAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-CiDQzAZt-Q/s320/DSCN2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377312757993276418" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqANc8B0ihI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Vzu_uUA1URA/s320/DSCN2324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377312745881635346" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqANcZ0F_VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YmVhEPfWuFo/s320/DSCN2315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377312736697253202" /&gt;have learned new techniques but I would benefit from some direction.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least I want to take dance classes.  I took lessons as a child but did not continue into middle school.  I regret that now and always enjoy watching others dance.  I love it when Audrey wants to dance because it gives me an excuse to twirl, jump and move about and she actually things Mommy is good!  So my final goal is to locate some dance classes and get movin!  (anybody want to join me??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each Thursday I am going to post my progress for the week, what do I have to lose??&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/334000768707326800-46189045497182009?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/46189045497182009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/46189045497182009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/46189045497182009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html' title='**Inspired**'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SqANdpJdhAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-CiDQzAZt-Q/s72-c/DSCN2235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3296264822437230397</id><published>2009-09-02T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:39:57.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sp8kbmTQEtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HGcYB8dhevE/s1600-h/DSCN2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sp8kbmTQEtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HGcYB8dhevE/s320/DSCN2313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377056536660021970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylon turned 1 on August 31st!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a little under the weather during his birthday weekend but cheered up of an evening to play with his new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3296264822437230397?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3296264822437230397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3296264822437230397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3296264822437230397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sp8kbmTQEtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HGcYB8dhevE/s72-c/DSCN2313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2524663192208166872</id><published>2009-08-27T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:40:01.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of my favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ6lEQe5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jPuPYDPmKwk/s1600-h/DSCN2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ6lEQe5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jPuPYDPmKwk/s320/DSCN2131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374853647602580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ6GtmPeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_yeaffQg1go/s1600-h/DSCN2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ6GtmPeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_yeaffQg1go/s320/DSCN2021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374853639454473698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ5bZq48I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GK0T0HQKqj8/s1600-h/DSCN1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ5bZq48I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GK0T0HQKqj8/s320/DSCN1815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374853627828167618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPuqosN0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/LYeFfjOyw9g/s1600-h/DSCN1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPuqosN0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/LYeFfjOyw9g/s320/DSCN1813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852343427512130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPt30g6FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1sb89yFxaEE/s1600-h/DSCN2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPt30g6FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1sb89yFxaEE/s320/DSCN2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852329786894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPta6gNtI/AAAAAAAAANw/MLWjg9IK4-M/s1600-h/DSCN2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPta6gNtI/AAAAAAAAANw/MLWjg9IK4-M/s320/DSCN2242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852322027386578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPsuAEUyI/AAAAAAAAANo/IJe6Hi36U58/s1600-h/DSCN2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdPsuAEUyI/AAAAAAAAANo/IJe6Hi36U58/s320/DSCN2155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852309971129122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2524663192208166872?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2524663192208166872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-of-my-favorites.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2524663192208166872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2524663192208166872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-of-my-favorites.html' title='A Few of my favorites'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SpdQ6lEQe5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jPuPYDPmKwk/s72-c/DSCN2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7121394208608765411</id><published>2009-08-19T16:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:16:37.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't your momma tell you not to play with your food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JGYIBh4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E6J3JTn-VM4/s320/DSCN2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100673171195778" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', fantasy; font-weight: bold; "&gt;What started as a desperate attempt for a craft project turned into a great sensory lesson for both my kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JG7V8lzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7MO_wNMzdn0/s320/DSCN2186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100682624833330" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2KNl6ahJI/AAAAAAAAANg/_-ziQdqMKa0/s1600-h/DSCN2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2KNl6ahJI/AAAAAAAAANg/_-ziQdqMKa0/s320/DSCN2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372101896642921618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do they smell?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2KMcciw3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ohZsmM1O8Xo/s320/DSCN2199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372101876921844594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do they feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JIhqBkpI/AAAAAAAAANI/00KPxaa8_f8/s320/DSCN2193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100710089462418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That one did not taste good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JIdkxs_I/AAAAAAAAANA/hLweQe5e14I/s320/DSCN2191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100708993709042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never let me do crafts before, can I put some on the camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2KMysBQrI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q4-QOrcEr0o/s320/DSCN2202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372101882892337842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylon's final masterpiece.....his first artwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JHmEC6RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-Ixs1KxqE3E/s1600-h/DSCN2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JHmEC6RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-Ixs1KxqE3E/s320/DSCN2188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100694092474642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Audrey's many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;All items were edible and nontoxic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7121394208608765411?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7121394208608765411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/didn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7121394208608765411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7121394208608765411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/didn.html' title='Didn&apos;t your momma tell you not to play with your food?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/So2JGYIBh4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E6J3JTn-VM4/s72-c/DSCN2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5821707864569639498</id><published>2009-08-16T13:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:37:24.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors of Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SohDUwlak2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/2BF-QYGGlhQ/s1600-h/DSCN2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SohDUwlak2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/2BF-QYGGlhQ/s320/DSCN2007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370616579557593954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SohDUpWgtRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/b0sWfA8IDy8/s1600-h/DSCN2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SohDUpWgtRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/b0sWfA8IDy8/s320/DSCN2006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370616577616033042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sog9vzts4lI/AAAAAAAAAL4/anrQDSqc1jA/s320/DSCN2160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610447184355922" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sog9wMN-4CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uTC5bwtT1BE/s1600-h/DSCN2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sog9wMN-4CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uTC5bwtT1BE/s320/DSCN2165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610453762203682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5821707864569639498?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5821707864569639498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/colors-of-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5821707864569639498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5821707864569639498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/colors-of-breakfast.html' title='Colors of Breakfast'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SohDUwlak2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/2BF-QYGGlhQ/s72-c/DSCN2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7912103926367880077</id><published>2009-08-13T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:54:08.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I am still amazed at God's ability to plan and arrange our lives, when we allow Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Warning this is long and windy but has a point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron just so happened to see a person at the school who was withdrawing her daughter, he jokingly offered to house sit until their home sold.  After a discussion with her husband they called and agreed that convenient arrangements could be made for both parties.  Due to our children refusing to nap one afternoon, last week, we buckled them into the car and made a surprise visit to the family's residence.  While talking with the family I noticed a book "for sale" in their moving sale.  The book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Like-His-Intimate-Reflections/dp/0805420355"&gt;A Heart like His by Beth Moore &lt;/a&gt;caught my interest and I decided to take it home.  I have been reading it for a few days, enjoying the story line and new insight.  Yesterday, I read a verse and for some reason it stuck out to me.  It stuck out so much that I later read it to Aaron while riding in the car.  After receiving our first financial statement from CSI, this afternoon, I now know why God placed this verse in my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing huh?  God knew exactly what I needed days in advance and took all these people and circumstances to make it happen (I am really glad now that I did not complain about my extra long wait in the Dr office but happily read my book and the scripture that I needed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20samuel%20%208:7;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;1 Samuel 8:7 "It is not you they have rejected, but they have rejected Me."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7912103926367880077?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7912103926367880077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-still-amazed-at-gods-ability-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7912103926367880077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7912103926367880077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-still-amazed-at-gods-ability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8897469167608414647</id><published>2009-08-06T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:27:11.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Last night, we had a friendly gathering of dinner and talking at the Vickery's.  Some people brought Bibles, the word Jesus was used a few times and prayer was offered but overall we were just friends hanging out and "doing life together."  There were several announcements and updates  from our friends and I left with a since of pride.  Some of the announcements were just to be shared amongst friends and not open to the public but just let me say that God is using people that open their hearts to him!  Many hurt, lost and desperate people will be touched in Jesus name as my friends follow the calls God has placed on their lives.   I am curious to see where we will be one year, five years or ten years from now.  Please pray for all of us as we take risks, give more time to God, get nervous, lose sight and refocus, work through details, deal with family memebers, gain strength and most importantly love and forgive as Christ has shown us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8897469167608414647?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8897469167608414647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/pride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8897469167608414647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8897469167608414647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-533695306798814262</id><published>2009-08-03T09:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:30:27.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I left a post so here is a catch up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Audrey turned 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Our house is sold! (less than 72 hours on the market)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Braylon has had an ear infection for 6 weeks, ENT here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. We visited North Carolina, beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. We are enjoying the fresh vegetables of our garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. God has been showing me the amazing power of his mercy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Mom collected donations and had a GREAT yard sale!  (Thank you for the mission donations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. Audrey may make her first appearance at a Bible school tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;9. Braylon is saying Set Go! (that makes a momma proud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;10 After set go, he now says Mom Mom  (I was pretty far down the line after (Mac, dada, dog, ball, Zack (his cousin),down, up,yuck, set go).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;11. I am attempting to gather curriculum/plans to home school Audrey, starting in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;12. I am excited to be teaching Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13. God is an amazing planner, I cannot put my own daily schedule together, but God does mine and everyone else since the beginning of time until the end of time.....Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;14. My brother leaves for Australia in two weeks, I will miss him!  We may not see each other for a long time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15. My sister has a blog-   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.iwouldrecommend.blogspot.com/"&gt;iwouldrecommend.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My sister is a talented writer and will be sure to keep you engrossed in her post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;16. Today is my Anniversary......A happy seven years together.....maybe tonight I will post a blog of our journey thus far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-533695306798814262?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/533695306798814262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/533695306798814262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/533695306798814262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8151809698767691791</id><published>2009-07-28T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:33:51.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Have Been Her Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was Audrey's birthday.  She started the day with a few gifts from Aaron, Braylon and I.  Then the fun began as her friends arrived for the tea/birthday party.  Audrey shared the event with Gretta as her 3rd birthday was the day before.  After a beautiful craft, tea/punch was served and candles were blown out.  Then the highlight of the party-PINATA!   No one could bust it but they sure enjoyed trying!  Thankfully pinatas now come with pull strings and a trap door :)  After party festivities ended everyone went outside to play.  A singing birtday wish came from Nana at lunch time that put a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BIG smile on the little girl's face.  Audrey's friend Luca stayed for the afternoon and believe it or not I convinced them both to take a nap!  After nap Audrey opened her mail, 3 birthday cards!  At her request Audrey ate Applebees for dinner and then spent her birthday money.  She is now the proud owner of a small strawberry shortcake car, two pirates to ride in the car and a li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ttlest pet shop pet to add to her collection.  As if the day was not good enough,  Audrey stayed up waaaaaaaaaaay past her bedtime to watch a movie and color a picture with Mommy.  Thank you to everyone who made Audrey's day special as it ended promptly at 11:30pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pictures to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8151809698767691791?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8151809698767691791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-must-have-been-her-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8151809698767691791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8151809698767691791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-must-have-been-her-birthday.html' title='It Must Have Been Her Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7542591036274029331</id><published>2009-07-21T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:35:18.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why do women need to talk over their problems, viewing them from every angle?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Why do men need to deal with their problems inwardly or just avoid them completely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7542591036274029331?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7542591036274029331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7542591036274029331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7542591036274029331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2774929052223992474</id><published>2009-07-19T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:59:17.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First of Many</title><content type='html'>Today was a hard day for me.  Aaron and I had two speaking engagements at area churches.  My sister, brother and brother in-law attended both churches and my parents spoke alongside us in the second church.  During the first presentation, I looked out into the crowd and spotted my sister sobbing, this was the first time I have cried on stage.  As my mom took the microphone this evening and shared her fears and pride of her children/grandchildren moving to Jamaica, I lost it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God and I want to do his will.  I have no question that my family is called to Jamaica and that God has placed a love in our hearts for the people of Jamaica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love my family and will miss them dearly.  I just wish that God would decide to ship them down to live with me.  Whatever the future holds, I know God has a plan and is in control.  He will be with me and provide friends, relationships and the strength that I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2774929052223992474?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2774929052223992474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-of-many.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2774929052223992474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2774929052223992474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-of-many.html' title='First of Many'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7082219913086059304</id><published>2009-07-18T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:50:19.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck?</title><content type='html'>While we were on vacation my brother sold our 57" television (with Aaron and my permission).  We neglected to tell our daughter, who coincidentally LOVES tv.  Upon arriving home from vacation the first place she walks is to the living room to turn on the missing tv.  Her exact words "What the heck" she then walks to the couch and shakes her head saying what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was rather comical as she has never used this phrase and her sincerity in being completely taken off guard.  Audrey was not happy that we had sold "her" tv and that we had not informed her of the decision.  She instantly wanted a "fix" and was not content until Aaron and I had devised a plan to remedy the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking things over with Audrey, I was thinking about how petty her complaint was and could not believe she was so upset.  To be honest I was annoyed that we were spending so much time "restabilizing" her world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today my mind set has changed...some things transpired today that left me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the heck?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no control over this situation but I was completely taken of guard and do not appreciate the feelings it has left in my heart and stomach.  While speaking with Aaron as to how we can "remedy" this situation, we conclude that it is out of our hands.  I know only grace, forgiveness and salvation can solve the situation and I am left to pray.  My hands feel tied and it is now that I am glad that I could give Audrey such simple stability.  That what currently shakes her world is not so devastating that she cannot have an easy fix.  I am glad I took time to hear her feelings and did not leave her feeling the way I feel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7082219913086059304?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7082219913086059304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7082219913086059304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7082219913086059304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck.html' title='What the heck?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8160019739186860007</id><published>2009-07-08T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:22:27.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New perspective</title><content type='html'>Most people know the story of Noah's Ark, he built a boat and brought two of every kind of animal aboard.  We think of it as a difficult task but not the HUGE undertaking that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading a "open flap" book about Noah to A&amp;amp;B yesterday, I began to realize how much planning Noah had to do.  In this book the pictures covered the entire page and the flaps introduced even more detail. There was a picture of bird houses lined up-one was for Robins, another for Cardinals and another for Fenches, then there were mice in the fruit bowl, a basket holding skunks, and a dark home for bats.  There was a lily with a hummingbird eating nectar, one of Noah's sons had a bucket and was climbing a ladder to feed goats on the second level, there was a cage containing several species of butterflies.  One picture shows a partition separating tigers from animals, it would typically enjoy for breakfast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustrator put much thought into the pictures of this "children's" book, maybe he realized adults would be reading too. The pictures made me realize the magnitude of his project and how Noah could not have done it without God's planning.  When I think of the ark, I think of typical animals (hippos, tigers, elephants, girafees, crocidiles, etc) not hundreds of birds, farm animals, iguanas, frogs, BUTTERFLIES, BEETLES, MOSQUITOS and all the zoo animals as well.  I know there must have been tons of food but WOW, to think of all the needs like nectar for bees and hummingbirds? fish for penguins?, flies for spiders? desert plants for iguanas?....I could go on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah had to trust God to help him obtain everything he needed.  God equiped Noah with the knowledge, man power, skills, equipment and desire to see this project through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;For the Lord of hosts has planned, and who can frustrate it? And as for His stretched-out hand, who can turn it back? (Isaiah 14:26-27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know that you can do all things;  no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; of yours can be thwarted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;" class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=22&amp;amp;chapter=42&amp;amp;verse=1&amp;amp;end_verse=3&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;Job 42:1-3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;In him we were also chosen,  having been predestined according to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;" class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=56&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;verse=10&amp;amp;end_verse=12&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;Ephesians 1:10-12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8160019739186860007?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8160019739186860007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8160019739186860007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8160019739186860007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-perspective.html' title='New perspective'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2693921035143989151</id><published>2009-07-07T08:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:21:33.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SlNIJJEClPI/AAAAAAAAALg/QVgHU54OBTg/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SlNIJJEClPI/AAAAAAAAALg/QVgHU54OBTg/s320/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703703762539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sort through our possessions attempting to sell most of the items and keeping a minimum, I have come across a few items that hold an unexpected amount of memories.  This table was given to Audrey by her Mamaw and Papaw Black for her 1st birthday.  I know that my suggestion of a little table seemed odd for a one year old but I am so glad we have it.  At this table Audrey has painted many masterpieces, had an organized tea party, served many meals to her mommy and daddy, her first date with Sammy, wrote her first letters, colored Easter eggs and ate many meals.  This table has brought laughter, tears, frustration and pride to her Mommy.  Audrey has been a big girl and used her table to get her own items out of the upper cabinet (sometimes without my knowledge :), this table has been used to make her own pudding, and to turn on lights in the house.  The table makes a distinct noise as it is pushed across the kitchen floor, upon Audrey's observation that Mommy is cooking.  Audrey has stood beside me and made many cookies, cakes, and meals using her table as a stool.  For awhile Audrey thought she should stand on the colored part of the table only and would mightly throw the red cover off before climbing upon it.  What pride I had the first day I realized Audrey was sorting the legos into the correct colored squares on the table.  A smile comes upon my face when I walk into the kitchen and see little Audrey standing proudly beside her Nana making cupcakes or beside her Daddy making pancakes.  This may be the first item I cry over if we decide to sell it, I just do not know if I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2693921035143989151?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2693921035143989151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-table.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2693921035143989151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2693921035143989151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-table.html' title='Just a Table'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SlNIJJEClPI/AAAAAAAAALg/QVgHU54OBTg/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5970717449577544997</id><published>2009-07-05T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:04:19.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Friday-Fireworks, family and good food&lt;div&gt;Saturday- good food, shopping, friends, more good food and fireworks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday-First Speaking engagement, great food, meeting new friends and now relaxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is almost a blur as I sit with my eyelids half open, listening to my brother and Aaron play video games and reflecting on the events of the past three days.  I am so blessed to live in the USA where I can freely fellowship with family and friends and eat too much yummy food every meal, never once worrying about my safety or where I will sleep tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God was with us today as we spoke to Providence Christian Church, pastored by Steve Sorensen.  Everything went smooth and I was much less nervous than I anticipated.  Aaron was great at striking up conversations and getting to know people.  Braylon did his part by being friendly and reaching out to strangers :)  Audrey was the highlight of my day!  First I must say that my kids were so well behaved today that I could not ask for anything better!  We were at church for 4 hours and sat through two services.  Audrey has been preparing to "speak" to the church congregation about Jamaica for a week or so but I was unsure if she would perform when the day came.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I offer her a chance to speak she pulls the microphone to her face and all of these wonderful well spoken words come from her mouth.  I was so proud of her!  Not only did she do well with public speaking  but she understands our call to Jamaica.  If you want to hear Audrey's interpretation of God's call on our life, visit one of the church's below while we are attending or just look her up and ask her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be at the Union Chapel Church on July 19 and then we come back to Farmland Friends on July 26!!!  Hope you can join us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all who prayed for us today.  Your prayers were answered and we had a blessed day.  Thank you to Ron and Yvette for allowing us to bombard their house again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5970717449577544997?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5970717449577544997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5970717449577544997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5970717449577544997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8464454448567732056</id><published>2009-07-03T15:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:19:54.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Reality</title><content type='html'>The talk of being missionaries has been dream like and futuristic until the past week.  Tuesday I spoke with a small group of ladies, informing them of our missionary plans and asking for prayer.  Our letters have been sent out and we are approached daily by people "surprised" to hear we are leaving.  Our truck is sold and our house and car are going on the market very soon.  Our missionary "status" seems evident and real as I prepare a video and Aaron and I discuss topics for our upcoming speaking engagement, THIS SUNDAY!  That's right in two days we will have our first official run through, pleading people to follow the commandment "Therefore go and make disciples of ALL nations."  I feel like I am begging and pleading for money, the hard part is reminding myself that the money is not for me but for the work of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prayers are appreciated as we take the next step in our journey. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the video I have put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5840399f734aa420" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5840399f734aa420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C355D2A171FACEADDD91BE19B07132AD7DFD7EF.7AD1E8F42E99D6AB127C72CF1207F554A3363884%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5840399f734aa420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds_5FJ4Sqd-53kz4qG_F1G36cuT0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5840399f734aa420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C355D2A171FACEADDD91BE19B07132AD7DFD7EF.7AD1E8F42E99D6AB127C72CF1207F554A3363884%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5840399f734aa420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds_5FJ4Sqd-53kz4qG_F1G36cuT0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8464454448567732056?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5840399f734aa420&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8464454448567732056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-reality.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8464454448567732056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8464454448567732056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-reality.html' title='It is Reality'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4821914168677037657</id><published>2009-06-30T22:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:41:26.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMsLCiz6I/AAAAAAAAALY/sw1UqHnW4qM/s1600-h/DSCN0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMsLCiz6I/AAAAAAAAALY/sw1UqHnW4qM/s320/DSCN0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316166333026210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMl5ulb8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/DGt5uM1YtDQ/s1600-h/DSCN0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMl5ulb8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/DGt5uM1YtDQ/s320/DSCN0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316058606694338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come and although I am sad it is here, I will relieved when it is over.  We are trying to find a nice home for our dogs.  Petey, a long haired jack russell and Mac, a jack russell mutt.  Both dogs are well behaved (love attention), love to be outside and are house broke.  Petey is about 5 years old and Mac is 3 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested or know someone who may be please leave me a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are in their favorite spot!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMUMP7lHI/AAAAAAAAALI/_p4KuJ-N57Q/s1600-h/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMUMP7lHI/AAAAAAAAALI/_p4KuJ-N57Q/s320/DSCN0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353315754340750450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4821914168677037657?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4821914168677037657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/doggies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4821914168677037657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4821914168677037657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/doggies.html' title='Doggies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkrMsLCiz6I/AAAAAAAAALY/sw1UqHnW4qM/s72-c/DSCN0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-851849952214022333</id><published>2009-06-24T12:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:51:59.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJZSCK-X_I/AAAAAAAAALA/P2wAK1XJAuA/s1600-h/DSCN1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJZSCK-X_I/AAAAAAAAALA/P2wAK1XJAuA/s320/DSCN1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350937473624989682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to keep two little ones entertained inside, when they know it is nice and sunny outside, can be difficult! On day two of our roofing project, the kids and I made a trip for some essentials (gatorade, water, craft items). Yes craft items. Here was the result of yesterday's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJYrf2a3MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HQLeI4B5HNU/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJYrf2a3MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HQLeI4B5HNU/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350936811576941762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJZBM4I_TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aP6S1qv_-ws/s1600-h/DSCN1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJZBM4I_TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aP6S1qv_-ws/s320/DSCN1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350937184441007410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJYdqq-0XI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x2kByS4dPDM/s1600-h/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJYdqq-0XI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x2kByS4dPDM/s320/DSCN1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350936573963587954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-851849952214022333?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/851849952214022333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterdays-project.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/851849952214022333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/851849952214022333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterdays-project.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Project'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SkJZSCK-X_I/AAAAAAAAALA/P2wAK1XJAuA/s72-c/DSCN1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6281736454667194248</id><published>2009-06-21T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:52:54.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day DAD</title><content type='html'>Dad has taught me so many things in the past.....most he probably thinks I don't remember.  Generally when it was time for a lesson with Dad I was mad because he would not "just do it" for me.  The funny thing is I think I remember how to do everything he taught me during these times. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching me to change my oil, change my tire, use a hammer, a saw (of any type) and so much more.  You are a great dad and I appreciate the time you spend with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6281736454667194248?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6281736454667194248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6281736454667194248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6281736454667194248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day DAD'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1680098224999663153</id><published>2009-06-20T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:22:39.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Since I am blessed with an amazing husband!  I wanted to make sure the kids (aka mom) gave him a great gift for Father's Day.  Seeing as we are getting rid of most material things, a "normal" gift would not do.  After some thought I recalled Aaron wanting to golf at a course near some friends of ours.  I put a phone call and email in to these wonderful people and they made the golf trip happen and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with so many great people in my life!  I am so very thankful for Ronn and Yvette!  They offered a day and night of rest and relaxation.  Golf, swimming, no cooking, a movie, kids to keep our kids busy, good food and free tickets to the children's museum-what a deal.  We felt so welcome in their home and felt a sense of peace and rest while there.  So my hope of an amazing Father's day gift was made possible by the Oren's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aaron enjoyed the time he spent with Ronn at The Legends and I enjoyed talking with Yvette and watching Audrey and Braylon have fun.  Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1680098224999663153?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1680098224999663153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1680098224999663153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1680098224999663153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4239812377894856430</id><published>2009-06-14T21:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:50:17.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWnrQ2wAGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ePijxP8BVXo/s1600-h/DSCN1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWnrQ2wAGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ePijxP8BVXo/s320/DSCN1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347364494273151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWmtiZUMuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r2CF7gxgFNY/s1600-h/DSCN1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWmtiZUMuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r2CF7gxgFNY/s320/DSCN1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347363433829642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWkwlC5BYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/STJxc8ucHLk/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWkwlC5BYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/STJxc8ucHLk/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347361287057245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4239812377894856430?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4239812377894856430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-babies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4239812377894856430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4239812377894856430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-babies.html' title='My Babies!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SjWnrQ2wAGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ePijxP8BVXo/s72-c/DSCN1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1212950872725829154</id><published>2009-06-13T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:10:46.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abc.nl/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/grumpy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.abc.nl/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/grumpy.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me tonight!  For my families sake I better get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1212950872725829154?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1212950872725829154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1212950872725829154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1212950872725829154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-out.html' title='LOOK OUT!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2648753011585805708</id><published>2009-06-10T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:28:47.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say</title><content type='html'>Tonight is our Spring sports awards at MC.  I usually spit out a quick speech, give awards and let someone else take the floor.  Tonight will be different.  I am struggling with what I want to talk about.  I have some girls that are talented and some not so but they have all worked VERY HARD.   We have broke several school records and made great personal improvements.  At times I would say we had a "building" season but at others I would say this has simply been a "good" season.  I will be losing two girls this year that I am particularly close to.  They will be graduating and moving on to new things.  I wish them best but am sad to see them go. Audrey will miss Liz, her piggy back rides and taking her on a run with the team.  I will miss Stacy, her motivation and perseverance....not to mention sanity among teenage girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems simple just get up there and spit out what you just typed.  The problem is I can't, where do I draw the line in recognitions?  Personal bests? County champs? Conference Champs, Sectional Winners, School record breakers?  Hard Workers?  I could talk forever about all of the different personal victories (not a bad problem to have).  I cannot express how much I will miss 2 Seniors without ignoring 4 other seniors.  Hmmm I am stumped and have three hours to figure it out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2648753011585805708?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2648753011585805708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2648753011585805708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2648753011585805708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-say.html' title='What to say'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2688885674975142158</id><published>2009-06-03T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:38:40.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How long have I been saved????</title><content type='html'>Raised in Church-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible reader-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful church attender-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth Group member-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ follower and lover-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved by grace-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding salvation.......&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;just beginning to grasp it.&lt;/span&gt;  Lately I have been doing some searching and thinking within myself and my spiritual relationship with God and WOW, is it ugly.  I have never fully understood or realized what God did for ME.  I am not saying I have a complete grasp but I am gaining insight.  Today I was listening to Todd Agnew (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN7Xl6uh9Ww"&gt;this is one of my favorites&lt;/a&gt;) and he was describing so perfectly what I am finally coming to realize.  Even when I mess up his love is unchanging.  God knows my thoughts, ideas and imperfections but yet he still sees in me something worthy of reflecting His Glory.  There is no way I can fully grasp that this God who is perfect and sacrificed His Son for me can completely forget every sin I have ever committed and not change his feelings about me. Sin after sin after sin, shortcoming after shortcoming after shortcoming God is there to forgive me and show me his mercy.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 1  &lt;sup id="en-NLT-30508" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; If we claim we have no sin, we are only fooling ourselves and not living in the truth. &lt;sup id="en-NLT-30509" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think and until recently tried to be "perfect" follow all the rules and do everything God called us to do.  In the past few months I have learned that I was trying to do these actions out of a desire to be perfect.  I wanted to keep all the rules for the sake of not messing up and sinning.  I need to have a servant's heart, following God's commands because I love Him.  Not trying to be sinless because that is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29222" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29223" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;not by works, so that no one can boast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God only gives us what we can handle with his strength;  generally I only think of this when "bad" things are happening to myself or others.  As I was typing tonight I realized that God has been revealing passages to me in new ways and with new understanding.  Until this point in my life and after particular circumstance am I ready to handle this new knowledge and only with his strength/wisdom can I grasp these teachings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29221" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2688885674975142158?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2688885674975142158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-long-have-i-been-saved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2688885674975142158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2688885674975142158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-long-have-i-been-saved.html' title='How long have I been saved????'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6279734955350417449</id><published>2009-05-25T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:37:25.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamaica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>On Our Own?</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad have been in Jamaica for over one week.  It may sound strange to some but this has been the longest amount of time, since being on my own, that I have not been able to contact my parents for immediate guidance, assistance, or conversation.  Yes, as some are thinking, I am getting along just fine.  Since they left their has been a death, a birthday and a "holiday" weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death was bitter sweet and my sympathies go out to my brother in-law and his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday was celebrated in fashion.  My grandmother turned 86!  At her request we went to lunch at IHOP, yummmmmmmm!  Audrey decided that grandma needed extra attention.  While using the potty with her dad, she informed our bust boy that it was grandma's birthday.  He made it his mission to have her sang to.  We had seen other birthday wishes yesterday and two or three staff members would sing, but Grandma got the whole crew (well at least 10) and ice cream!  Audrey's face was quite funny as she "supervised" the ordeal.  Not necessarily playing and singing along but watching everything as if she planned it to happen (I guess she did in a way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a few hamburgers and smores with my sister, brother in-law and brother.  We played outside and euchre inside after the mosquitos had ate us up.  The highlight of the evening was when we all decided to get in the pool!  Please remember we just filled our pool on Friday!  The only smart one was Braylon, who refused to be in the water!  We only lasted about 15 minutes but it was fun having our first splash of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been great and I have enjoyed it but I cannot help to wonder what will it be like when places are reversed.  When my family is in Jamaica and Mom is here, reporting to me all the news and events from the states.  When I hear about mulching and garage sales at Aaron's parents and know that Audrey is missing out on cousin/papaw time.  When my family is having a summer splash and we are not with them.  While talking with mom and dad on skpe this past week, I have enjoyed showing them the kids and telling them their latest adventures, funny sayings and abilities (Braylon learned to clap) but the entire time I know they will be home soon.  I see in my mom and dad's eyes that they long to hold the bouncing boy on the computer screen and give my giggling Audrey a hug....how will I feel when in Jamaica as I see those longing eyes knowing it will be another month, maybe two or three before we can actually touch again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6279734955350417449?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6279734955350417449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-our-own.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6279734955350417449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6279734955350417449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-our-own.html' title='On Our Own?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3536958893138204067</id><published>2009-05-13T21:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:04:32.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting, Waiting, Waiting</title><content type='html'>I am tired of waiting, sick of not knowing, impatient with being patient, ready for consistency and answers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather cannot be stable for more than two days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron's schedule has been changing daily for two weeks and continues changing (thank you weather, grrr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do not know any plans for Jamaica (are we going? we think we are going, When will leave?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I KNOW that God has a plan and everything will happen as He designs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Right now I need an attitude adjustment and a better outlook!&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/334000768707326800-3536958893138204067?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3536958893138204067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-waiting-waiting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3536958893138204067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3536958893138204067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting, Waiting, Waiting'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7607611216881020299</id><published>2009-05-09T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:00:02.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SgXqRXXF3pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rkt3jkoqIEU/s1600-h/100_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SgXqRXXF3pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rkt3jkoqIEU/s320/100_1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333926917739765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is a BIG day!  My baby sister graduated from college :)  It took 5 years of hard work, sweat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(yes a PE class does require sweat), tears, laughter, determination, many gallons of gas, money and lots sleepless nights but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;t is over, she is a graduate with a Baccalaureate degree!  I am so proud of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What will she do next?  She is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;capable to do anything she puts her mind to.  As she worries over where the future leads, I want to remind h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;er of Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD. They are plans for pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ce and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Great Job Carla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am excited to see where the next part of the road in your journey leads you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7607611216881020299?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7607611216881020299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7607611216881020299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7607611216881020299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SgXqRXXF3pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rkt3jkoqIEU/s72-c/100_1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6583060168013931940</id><published>2009-05-07T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:49:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a moment please</title><content type='html'>Please pray for the family in this &lt;a href="http://www.thestarpress.com/article/20090507/NEWS06/90507010"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;.  I do not know them personally but my heart aches for them.  It appears the boys were on there way to a pre-county meal  in preparation for the county track meet today.  How quickly our lives can change.  With the close knit community of Union students and parents, I am sure there are several people effected by this tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6583060168013931940?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6583060168013931940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-moment-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6583060168013931940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6583060168013931940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-moment-please.html' title='Take a moment please'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7864723223533713635</id><published>2009-05-03T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:05:18.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's BACK!</title><content type='html'>Well, my knee injury that began &lt;a href="http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-have-i-done.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, is back.  It actually never went away but only hurt when running over three miles.  With that thought in mind I should not be surprised that it is slightly swollen and very sore because I completed the &lt;a href="http://www.signmeup.com/Site/Services/InfoPage.aspx?FPinfoid=110530&amp;amp;header=off&amp;amp;footer=off"&gt;Indianapolis 500 Mini Marathon &lt;/a&gt;yesterday (this was my first half marathon)!  My goal was 10 minute miles (my training was poor, well I cannot really say there was any training) so when I completed with 11.5 minute miles I was satisfied.  I only walked a total of 1.5 miles out of 13.1 so I was happy with myself.  I must admit about mile 10, I was really wondering why I did not train just a little, teeny, tiny bit!  Overall the experience was great.  I ran with my brother and Aaron.  Aaron is not a runner by any stretch of the imagination.  In fact if Aaron is not running with or after a ball he considers running to be pointless.  He ran the mini for me and I am very PROUD of him for completing it!  He did a great job at pacing himself and staying motivated.  I think if you ask him he is proud of himself too and may actually consider running a mini again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to run another mini in the fall or next spring but with some training and a goal under 10 minute miles.  This time I will enjoy the fact that I completed the race and my brother and husband were there with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7864723223533713635?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7864723223533713635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-back.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7864723223533713635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7864723223533713635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s BACK!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3214746712126615211</id><published>2009-05-01T09:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:04:57.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsBD2H5H2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/l9A6792EKnk/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsBD2H5H2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/l9A6792EKnk/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330855749502967650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsA0e_eKtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2_dv-EBKsFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsA0e_eKtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2_dv-EBKsFQ/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330855485595593426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsAYNNur9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sgrNM9kI36g/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsAYNNur9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sgrNM9kI36g/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330854999787220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey loves to do crafts.  For mother's day she paints clay pots, for father's day she paints landscape pavers, at Christmas she used old Christmas cards to make a collage.  We use glitter, stickers, glue, construction paper, stamps, markers, and so on for weekly craft projects.  Sometimes I allow Audrey to use finger paint on a big sheet of paper and incorporate her toes and hands in the painting.  Her current favorite is taking a pine cone, painting it with melted peanut butter, placing it in container full of bird seed, shaking the container until the pine cone is coated with bird seed, then tie a string to the cone and putting it in a tree for the birds.  The birds must love Audrey right now b/c they have plenty of pine cone treats :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think crafts are a good way for Audrey to express her creativity and a great opportunity for me to teach so this is where I am asking for your help......&lt;br /&gt;I am running low on creative craft ideas......any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3214746712126615211?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3214746712126615211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/craft-ideas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3214746712126615211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3214746712126615211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/05/craft-ideas.html' title='Craft Ideas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfsBD2H5H2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/l9A6792EKnk/s72-c/DSCN0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6235797591433005971</id><published>2009-04-30T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:41:40.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning you may be grossed out, but the ending is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;At 4am, I woke to a little groggy voice saying, "aht ohhhhh, look what I did."  The "did" was she peed in my bed (something that has only happened a few times in her 2 1/2 years).  After getting everything arranged we went back to bed.  In the bath this morning a familiar but disgusting noise comes from Braylon, if you are a mom you probably have guessed it, he pooped in the tub and yes there were 15 toys in the water.  A quick manuever and I have two rinsed and clean, kids out of the tub and sitting in towels while Mommy drains the water.  Another noise coming from Braylon, one clean kid in a towel and another with poop on his fingers, and all over his bottom half.  Time to re-wash Braylon.  Okay, kids are clean and dressed...now to tackle the house, I have sheets/blankets to wash, a matress to steam clean, dishes to be done, a bathtub and toys to bleach, a load of pee and poop laundry to wash, a batch of cookies to mix up and bake (this has been promised to one excited little girl and can not be avoided), school work for the same little girl, and all the other stuff that was already planned for today.  With my son crying in my ear because he wants to walk or crawl but cannot- I am some how Excited about today.  There is a feeling of anticipation, a sense of "waiting" is almost over, a Joy that passes all understanding.  I am so thankful that my hope is not in the things of this world but in God.  Even on this rainy, poopy day I can be glad, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Becaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e my GOD reigns!"&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/334000768707326800-6235797591433005971?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6235797591433005971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-you-may-be-grossed-out-but.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6235797591433005971'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfcSREHQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K8IJcz7TEIU/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfcSREHQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K8IJcz7TEIU/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329748768387562914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfcSFyN3KJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OMqO-IkAC1o/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SfcSFyN3KJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OMqO-IkAC1o/s320/DSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329748574604830866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-331039853328358531</id><published>2009-04-17T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:08:41.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running behind</title><content type='html'>I think by Friday I need to wrap up everything I did not get done during the rest of the week.  With track meets and practices I am trying to shove the same stuff in less amount of time, leaving me with a longer list of unfinished tasks at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of my unfinished work, my mind is whirling again this Friday:&lt;br /&gt;1. School with Audrey has been a success this week :)&lt;br /&gt;2. My front room is a MESS!&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to contact Mindy about PC.&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to get with KitchenAide&lt;br /&gt;5. My daughter keeps telling me she wants to be a "sneaky girl" (this cannot be good).&lt;br /&gt;6. It is so nice outside!&lt;br /&gt;7. Braylon is so unhappy, if only he could turn his rocking into crawling or his standing into walking. &lt;br /&gt;8. CSI is very nosey! :)&lt;br /&gt;9. I am losing my babysitter on Tuesday, anyone have a recommendation? &lt;br /&gt;10. My brother will be moving in soon :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Wow, if he is moving in soon, I better get all the junk out of "his room."&lt;br /&gt;12. HUGE garage sale coming soon, after the junk has been sorted!&lt;br /&gt;13. Time to leave blog land again and face reality :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-331039853328358531?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/331039853328358531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-behind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/331039853328358531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/331039853328358531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-behind.html' title='Running behind'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6882968331008080279</id><published>2009-04-15T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:25:16.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SeYmWBm5wuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/exfimGWtvg8/s1600-h/New+Pics+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SeYmWBm5wuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/exfimGWtvg8/s320/New+Pics+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324985769242772194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired! My mind is tired and my body is tired  (thank you Carla for the workout).  I really really really want to take a nap, both kids are sleeping right now (that never happens).  But since that never happens I should take advantage of the time and get somethings accomplished.  I could work on an application, keep going through junk to toss and organize, or fold laundry-none of which sound like fun.  Here it goes, off to find some ambition in the form of cheesecake :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6882968331008080279?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6882968331008080279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6882968331008080279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6882968331008080279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SeYmWBm5wuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/exfimGWtvg8/s72-c/New+Pics+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4724288572864397713</id><published>2009-04-13T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:00:42.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 14th 1982</title><content type='html'>Who would have known that April 14th 1982 would be such an important day in my life, the lives of my children and the many other people God had planned to cross paths with my loving husband.  I suppose if you ask his parents they would have told you that without a doubt someone special was born on April 14th 1982.  It is amazing to me how God's plans unfold (sometimes I wonder if it is good that I am still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; amazed by God) God knew before my birth that he was going to put a man on this Earth that would be the leader of my family.  More importantly than my family God planned events in this man's life that would make him a mighty warrior for the Kingdom.  If you have not figured it out yet, today is Aaron's birthday!  He is 27 years today and has accomplished alot in a few amount of years.  I am so proud of him!  So not to embarass him too much I will only make a short list of the reasons I am proud to be his wife and partner in life.&lt;br /&gt;1. He is loving and playful father&lt;br /&gt;2. He prays for his family&lt;br /&gt;3. He considers God's plans when making his plans&lt;br /&gt;4. He provides financially and emotionally for his family&lt;br /&gt;5. He is a hard worker but makes time for fun and laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!&lt;br /&gt;You can send him wishes &lt;a href="http://coachblack.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4724288572864397713?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4724288572864397713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-14th-1982.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4724288572864397713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4724288572864397713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-14th-1982.html' title='April 14th 1982'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1478630673343332781</id><published>2009-04-12T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:47:12.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Kitchen</title><content type='html'>While in Jamaica we learned that the CSI kitchen could use a little stocking.  The cupboards are not bare of food but are lacking in cooking supplies.  Pinto does a WONDERFUL job of making many delicious meals and is always a crowd pleaser.  I cannot imagine what kind of creations she could make if the kitchen housed cooking supplies made to manage the amount of food prepared on a daily bases.  To help Pinto and the CSI staff a Pampered Chef Fundraiser party will be held in their honor.  The party will be announced soon  but in case you are on the edge of your seat and wondering how you can help, I will let you in on the secret.&lt;br /&gt;1. Order product for your kitchen and the host points will be applied toward the CSI wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Purchase product off the CSI wishlist to be shipped to Jamaica. (wishlist will be posted soon) &lt;br /&gt;3. Donate funds to help with costs not coverd by host points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1478630673343332781?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1478630673343332781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamaican-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1478630673343332781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1478630673343332781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamaican-kitchen.html' title='Jamaican Kitchen'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1444221482101252733</id><published>2009-04-10T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:40:08.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ea6941fc591f264" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea6941fc591f264%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3850300EE0DBB9D47422141774FDEC843727D106.75284F7B1C2A5885472C03250497C8F7E4B572F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea6941fc591f264%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaWjAV0wikyASb6-acsggylOcLlw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea6941fc591f264%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3850300EE0DBB9D47422141774FDEC843727D106.75284F7B1C2A5885472C03250497C8F7E4B572F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea6941fc591f264%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaWjAV0wikyASb6-acsggylOcLlw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1444221482101252733?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ea6941fc591f264&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1444221482101252733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/eggs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1444221482101252733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1444221482101252733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/eggs.html' title='Eggs!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2227561268650346027</id><published>2009-04-10T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:34:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>My mind is about a million places at once.  I am trying to stay focused on the important areas of life (God, my family, friends) and let everything else fall into place but it is so hard!  I am not worried about anything just excited and impatient.  Here is a short list of the thoughts in my head this morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We need to get more fish food before we have three floaters&lt;br /&gt;2. I should take my wedding dress to the dry cleaners (it has only been 7 years)&lt;br /&gt;3. What should I make for Easter lunch&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of Easter today's weather is rather appropriate for Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;5. I need to get working on the Jamaican Pampered Chef Fundraiser (more details to come)&lt;br /&gt;6. Aaron's birthday is Tuesday (gift, gift I need a gift)&lt;br /&gt;7. Should I get groceries this morning before the Easter rush hits?&lt;br /&gt;8. My son is growing up fast, he just got his second haircut and really wants to be mobile&lt;br /&gt;9. God, what are your plans for Jamaica???&lt;br /&gt;10. I really want to start a short school routine with Audrey&lt;br /&gt;11. God, what are YOUR plans for Jamaica???????&lt;br /&gt;12. I am really proud of the track teams performance last night :)&lt;br /&gt;13. Braylon is looking sleepy and Audrey is still sleeping maybe I can get my Bible time in.....I guess that is the cue to leave blogland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Christ died for us, today.  Would you let your child take a beating, three huge nails, a crown of thorns, mockery and death for a bunch of ungrateful people?  God must really love us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsofsuccess.com/article/easterstory.html"&gt;Mark 15 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2227561268650346027?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2227561268650346027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2227561268650346027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2227561268650346027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6231060909479516903</id><published>2009-04-08T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:23:14.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>My daughter attends preschool (name I will not disclose) one day a week.  When I signed her up I was told she would learn concepts such as big/small, weather, holidays etc.  I was disappointed that they were saving shapes, colors and numbers for the three year old class but thought that the concepts they were teaching would be sufficient for one day a week, plus I liked that they had a fenced in outdoor playground.  I was also told if Audrey appeared bored then additional work/involvement would be given to her.  For the first few months when was asked what she did at school, "nothing, we played" was her response.  I thought she was doing the typical child thing so I let it go.  At Christmas time I went in because the class was supposed to sing a song or two.  The teacher decided not to have the class sing and on top of it all, she never taught the real reason for Christmas (this is a church preschool).  After this I started randomly stopping in, generally the kids were just playing no matter the time of morning I popped in.  They play play- dough every week but are not allowed to be creative, strictly use the play dough toys for their specific purpose, no exploring.  The class is very rigid ( I agree with structure and schedule) but this is taken to extreme, making sure everything planned for the day is completed even if that means rushing the children through craft time.  Another kicker was on Audrey's special day (replacement for her summer birthday) her father and I were invited to share snacks with the class.  I have never felt so unwelcome, it was treated as if we were in the way.  The kids were not told that it was Audrey's special day, we were not thanked for the snacks, and nothing special was done for "Audrey's birthday."  (I could have just sent in snacks, I mean Aaron left work for this!)  At this point I was ready to pull Audrey out of the school but she likes going and she is socializing with others.  I had decided I would finish out the year and try something new next year.  I was also going to sit down with the director to discuss my feelings, including that the director had lied about the class (they NEVER go outside, Audrey is not given additional work and they do not learn biblical songs).  I am not even sure they discuss concepts at all!  After today, I may be wasting my time with the director.  When picking up Audrey, I was rudely told to move my car (as if I was not a parent getting MY child) and guess by who, the Director!  Oh and guess what Audrey learned about Easter today, Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall!  I am not a big complainer and usually let things slide but this is frustrating!  I don't know if I should just pull her out?  Let her complete the year (she is not learning anything bad) and start over next year?  Should I even waste my breathe discussing my concerns?  Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6231060909479516903?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6231060909479516903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/frustration.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6231060909479516903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6231060909479516903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7943568859452326717</id><published>2009-04-06T08:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:06:38.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New editions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sdn-AiQ7FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VhYZqZF57kI/s1600-h/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sdn-AiQ7FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VhYZqZF57kI/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321563719866193010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome Audrey's Fuzzy, Braylon's Fuzzy and Perry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(I bet you cannot guess who named them?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7943568859452326717?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7943568859452326717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-editions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7943568859452326717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7943568859452326717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-editions.html' title='New editions'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sdn-AiQ7FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VhYZqZF57kI/s72-c/DSCN0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8571003667186770274</id><published>2009-04-05T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:15:51.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken marinaded and seasoned with Jamaican spice and pineapple, green beans, french fries, fresh grapes and pineapple.......what a wonderful meal!  You know what makes this meal even better?  I did not have to cook it or clean up after it!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdllodovsrI/AAAAAAAAAII/wjdmascnrUI/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdllodovsrI/AAAAAAAAAII/wjdmascnrUI/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321396180539650738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful husband made a delicious dinner tonight and I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8571003667186770274?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8571003667186770274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8571003667186770274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8571003667186770274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummmm.html' title='Yummmm!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdllodovsrI/AAAAAAAAAII/wjdmascnrUI/s72-c/DSCN0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-9128473817395515803</id><published>2009-04-04T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:17:42.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed, In Awe, Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdgiMk20ppI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lhC3h8PNZe0/s1600-h/104_6016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdgiMk20ppI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lhC3h8PNZe0/s320/104_6016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321040559185634962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is AMAZING!  I hope if you are reading this you know how wonderful the God I serve is.  He has a plan for everything, EVERYTHING!  That is a hard concept to comprehend.  The past week has been a whirl wind of feelings, emotions, questions, answers and fun.  During all of this, God has put some wonderful people in Aaron  and my life.  Ronn and Yvette Oren have been a huge blessing and influence in our lives in just a short amount of time.  Although we have known them since this past summer we did not really get to spend time with them until our trip to Jamaica.  I now feel like we have two new great friends, people that could give us spiritual guidance and share our dreams and disappointments.  Just by being around Ronn and Yvette you can tell they love God, they want to do what is best for God and his kingdom, and they listen for God's call on their life and in the lives of others.  Their relationship with each other could serve as an example of how God wants husbands and wives to interact, you can see they support each other, lift each other up, and approach life "together."  It is amazing to me that God has put these two wonderful people in Aaron and my life.  Maybe I should not be so surprised as to how our meetings came about because God is Amazing and therefore amazing relationships in Christ will be formed.  God's timing is perfect and gives us what we need!  Thank you God for putting these fun, supportive, loving, wonderful people in our life!  Thank you Ronn and Yvette for your friendship, support and following God's call in your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-9128473817395515803?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/9128473817395515803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazed-in-awe-loved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9128473817395515803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9128473817395515803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazed-in-awe-loved.html' title='Amazed, In Awe, Loved'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdgiMk20ppI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lhC3h8PNZe0/s72-c/104_6016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4468308483402759206</id><published>2009-04-02T10:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:27:55.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTM7HAhrkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wBY7Ed8LeBE/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTM7HAhrkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wBY7Ed8LeBE/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320102375697002050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTJX9Nd-MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/94zdXDIzgfg/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTJX9Nd-MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/94zdXDIzgfg/s320/DSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320098473236625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTJLmpbhtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a-63zlqGxp0/s1600-h/DSCN0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTJLmpbhtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a-63zlqGxp0/s320/DSCN0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320098261021460178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTI5nfJeWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0c_k7BZqybk/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SdTI5nfJeWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0c_k7BZqybk/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320097952009124194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was a breeze.....We were not ready to leave but had a great time.  Braylon is having a rough day as he enjoyed being held CONSTANTLY (as you can see from the above pics).  Audrey is ready to return to her friends.  Below is a video of Dora and Lydia (missionary kids in Jamaica) singing a Jamaican folk song (Audrey tried to help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d8121eb9e64b2a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8725949822921387971</id><published>2009-03-30T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:56:20.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Experience!</title><content type='html'>Today I received a cultural experience that I was neither expecting nor wanted.  Braylon was up most of the night crying.  He cried and cried and cried, we knew something was wrong because if you know Braylon, he is not a crier.  This morning we headed to the Dr in Highgate.  As a mom I was worried about the quality of care he would receive and the education of the Dr caring for him.  The CSI crew and families prayed with Braylon and I before we made our trip to town, that brought comfort.  As we walked into the Dr I was slightly fearful as the walls were not fully painted, the waiting room was about a 10 x 12,  the receptionist was in the next "room" (a partially sectioned off room that held filing cabinets, one desk and one chair) and eyes were on the "white" baby.  My name was taken down on a plain piece of white paper, as well as Braylon's age and his weight was taken on a small infant scale.  The Dr's office housed the Dr's desk and a small patient table.  Overall my experience was great.  The Dr was good with Braylon and diagnosed him with a respitory infection, minor ear infection, and inflamed throat.  The amazing part was our visit only cost 11 dollars and to fill three prescriptions was 2200J (approximately 22 dollars).  After one dose of antibiotic, and the other two medicines, Braylon is acting much better!  He took a nap with Brad (a Jamaican worker in the mission house) and awoke ready to eat and play :)  God is taking care of us and providing for all our needs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8725949822921387971?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8725949822921387971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/cultural-experience.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8725949822921387971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8725949822921387971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/cultural-experience.html' title='Cultural Experience!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6610899964317085174</id><published>2009-03-29T10:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:16:15.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sc-OPE1x0AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Hfmg57N6Dk/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Okay I am still excited but a new feeling has set in, nerves.  Nervous about the plane? "No" Nervous about customs? "No" Nervous about traveling with two kids? "No" I have complete faith that God will protect us and if anything bad is to happen he will be with us there too.  So tell me, why have I become nervous about the possibilities?  The possibility of falling in love with the same people my husband fell in love with.  The possibility of confirming the call that we are to be missionaries.  The possibility of changing everything we know to serve our wonderful and faithful God.  The same God that will be with me while traveling is with me in all avenues of life.  Sometimes it is easy to remember God and then leave him in the background for other circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why God wants us to be like children when we approach him.  My daughter is so excited to go to Jamaica.  She says things like "I want to stay at my new home in Jamaica!"  "Will there be a school for me in Jamaica" (We have told her several times this trip is only for a few days)  Audrey is not worried about the possibilities, the changes, the decisions....she is leaving them to God.  She has not developed a sense of fear or stress so she is thinking as I should be.  I must turn to my Father in Heaven and remember that he knows the numbers of my days and the plans he has for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5786229689971808000?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5786229689971808000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5786229689971808000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5786229689971808000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-5956902702960235873</id><published>2009-03-26T13:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:00:53.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummmmmmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyone for a sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvA1ke_BeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Xq9MyBhC1_8/s1600-h/DSCN0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvA1ke_BeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Xq9MyBhC1_8/s320/DSCN0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317555811600238050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Turkey, cheese, cracker, double chocolate oreo, turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvB99SaHsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Hg0t69BT3Pc/s1600-h/DSCN0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvB99SaHsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Hg0t69BT3Pc/s320/DSCN0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557055208955586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvByWi49PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_6iUsOGB-Lk/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvByWi49PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_6iUsOGB-Lk/s320/DSCN0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317556855830541554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am surprised there was only one cookie in her sandwich!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-5956902702960235873?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/5956902702960235873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/yummmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5956902702960235873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/5956902702960235873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/yummmmmmm.html' title='Yummmmmmm!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScvA1ke_BeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Xq9MyBhC1_8/s72-c/DSCN0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-2071495217731660144</id><published>2009-03-23T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:27:58.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I wrote about confusion in my spiritual life (you can read it &lt;a href="http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  After some time of thinking and reading, I have come to the conclusion I am worrying about too much!  The two most important commandments are where I need to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" class="scripture-text"&gt;But the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="things" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="doThings('Pharisees');"&gt;Pharisees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, when they heard that he had silenced the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="things" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="doThings('Sadducees');"&gt;Sadducees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, gathered themselves together. One of them, a lawyer, asked him a question, testing him. "Teacher, which is the greatest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="things" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="doThings('commandment');"&gt;commandment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; in the law?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jesus said to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="j"&gt;"'You shall love the &lt;a class="things" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="doThings('Lord');"&gt;Lord&lt;/a&gt; your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the first and great &lt;a class="things" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="doThings('commandment');"&gt;commandment&lt;/a&gt;. A second likewise is this, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" class="scripture-reference"&gt;Matthew 22:34-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentration on solely loving God will allow all of the other qualities I worry about to follow suit. I have known all the answers but was too wrapped up in my "personal holiness" to remeber that I am surrendering to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Father,&lt;/span&gt; not the holy or should I say unholy melissa.  Keeping his word in my mind and heart by daily reading and devotion, dwelling on his word through music and serving others are my first steps.  Transformation will be made as I count on the Lord's strength.  I shall not worry because "perfect love casts out fear" 1 John 4:18 as long as I am surrendering to Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-2071495217731660144?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/2071495217731660144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2071495217731660144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/2071495217731660144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6715461815401500117</id><published>2009-03-22T11:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:05:19.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScZhq-wW5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ejT6ePuy2T0/s1600-h/DSCN0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScZhq-wW5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ejT6ePuy2T0/s320/DSCN0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043801185674914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day!  Audrey and Braylon were spoiled by grandparents and other relatives all day :)  Aaron's parents were kind enough to get up early and stay with Audrey and Braylon for the morning.  When Audrey woke I am sure she was pleased to have donuts waiting on her and a new outfit from Mamaw and Papaw.  I know Braylon appreciated the two hour nap in Mamaw's arms.  Aaron and I went to breakfast and did a little shopping.  It was fun to hang out with just Aaron and take our time browsing the aisles.  We even did a little dreaming and test drove &lt;a href="http://www.chevrolet.com/2009traverse/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;for fun.  The sales guy was very nice and not pushy so it was easy to drive it and walk away.  In the evening we headed to my parents for a birthday celebration.  Dad's birthday is Tuesday and my sister's birthday is next Tuesday so we had a get together in honor of them.  Before the food was enjoyed Aaron, my brother and I went for a nice run, the weather was perfect!  We then enjoyed yummy tenderloins, fruit salad, and dessert.  Audrey enjoyed playing outside with her Nanna and Poppy and Braylon appreciated a nap on Uncle Mike's shoulder.  (Braylon is sick so he is wanting to be held while he sleeps, he is normally much more active)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was great, but there could have been a damper on it.  Everytime we have a get together with family I am reminded of the shape of our economy.  The scariness of job loss or lay off is hitting everyone including people in Aaron's and my family.  I believe my Mom put it best that we need to keep our eyes on what God wants from the circumstances and not the circumstances themselves.  While the circumstance may be scary, it can not take the Joy knowing Christ  brings.  We need to be praying for all the families being struck by the poor economy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-6715461815401500117?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6715461815401500117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6715461815401500117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6715461815401500117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day.html' title='Good Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScZhq-wW5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ejT6ePuy2T0/s72-c/DSCN0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1302337733123537084</id><published>2009-03-20T13:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:54:43.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This does not give you an excuse to pick your nose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPVeST3-XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I8PZ1XZGmL8/s1600-h/DSCN0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPVeST3-XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I8PZ1XZGmL8/s320/DSCN0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326701515307378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thump, thump, thump was the noise coming from the play room last night.  Audrey was supposed to be relaxing before bedtime and obviously she was doing more than that.  As I made my way to the room, I see her jumping on her enormous teddy bear like a trampoline and reaching for a decal  1 foot above her head on the wall.  Maybe I should not have inquired what she was doing because now I am wondering where else I may find her "fingerprints."  Me: What are you doing?  Audrey, "Trying to put my boogie on that flower (the decal above her head)"  Lovely, she had picked her nose and had found a target she wanted to plant it on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how quickly kids shift gears!  Thirty seconds after I said "maybe we should use a kleenex," she was asking me to open a CD case for her.  I opened the case (a praise and worship CD) and was then promptly kicked out of the play room.  After I heard the music blare, I tip toed back to see what she was up to.  There was my boogie jumping daughter, twirling in circles, hands held high praising her Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for loving all of us!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPVVGesMXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aRK4nFJR3Bk/s1600-h/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPVVGesMXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aRK4nFJR3Bk/s320/DSCN0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326543720624498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Jesus however said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them; for it is to those who are childlike that the Kingdom of the Heavens belongs."  Matt 19:14&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPYKEZFkfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t3gT_TVknQ8/s1600-h/DSCN0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPYKEZFkfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t3gT_TVknQ8/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329652716573170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPXfqtvfYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1ZrlHWxgcVg/s1600-h/DSCN0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPXfqtvfYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1ZrlHWxgcVg/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315328924269378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-1302337733123537084?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1302337733123537084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-does-not-give-you-excuse-to-pick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1302337733123537084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1302337733123537084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-does-not-give-you-excuse-to-pick.html' title='This does not give you an excuse to pick your nose!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/ScPVeST3-XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I8PZ1XZGmL8/s72-c/DSCN0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8481896382667707016</id><published>2009-03-16T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:21:08.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I am having writers block so here are some random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;*The ice on my knee is really cold (it is getting better)&lt;br /&gt;*Today was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;*Braylon is teething aka chewing everything, including my face and hair.&lt;br /&gt;*I got to run with the team a little bit today.&lt;br /&gt;*I enjoyed this weekend with my family and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;*I look forward to March Madness/bracketology!&lt;br /&gt;*I am ready to visit Jamaica and meet the wonderful people Aaron met.&lt;br /&gt;*My mom got her haircut and I am a big fan!&lt;br /&gt;*Audrey and I made pine cone bird feeders today :)&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow should be another great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8481896382667707016?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8481896382667707016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8481896382667707016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8481896382667707016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8172317913281660884</id><published>2009-03-12T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:04:52.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done?</title><content type='html'>It is track season and that brings a smile to my face!   I am an assistant coach for the varsity team and have the pleasure of working with a very knowledgeable head coach.  He amazes me with the amount of information he has about running, fitness and the body.  He also does a great job of using his knowledge in a practical way with the kids.  So, as we are getting the team into shape all of the coaches run with the team (the other two coaches could both out run me and they have at least 15-20 years on me).  I love it, I leave my children for one hour each afternoon and go run with a great group of kids and I learn alot!  Now I will not let myself be beat by all of the high school girls so I have been pushing myself pretty hard (I have not ran since the first week of January and before that was pre-Braylon) and I am not in the best of shape.  I have been pretty happy because I have not had much soreness and my lung capacity is excellent.  That happiness started to fizzle last night and has turned to worry this afternoon.  Yesterday while running I felt my knee begin to ache, as the evening went on it became pretty painful, throughout the night I awoke in pain several times.  I thought once I got up this morning and loosened it up, the pain would dull, nope not happening.  I don't know if I am more bummed that my knee hurts and I may need to visit the Dr or that I know I will not be running tonight at practice?  The one thing I do know is I am supposed to go shopping Saturday and I better be able to make the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-8172317913281660884?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8172317913281660884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-have-i-done.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8172317913281660884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8172317913281660884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4317628012845177171</id><published>2009-03-07T16:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:43:20.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring  We Welcome You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLqcaKNyrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPWWzS383Zg/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLp4GP2SqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-XO4H-VncpY/s320/DSCN0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310564060582267554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLpn0MoxqI/AAAAAAAAADw/YJ5S1f9GQDE/s1600-h/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLpn0MoxqI/AAAAAAAAADw/YJ5S1f9GQDE/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310563780859053730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLpP2H8_gI/AAAAAAAAADo/LL7e7gbwc68/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLpP2H8_gI/AAAAAAAAADo/LL7e7gbwc68/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310563369059417602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4317628012845177171?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4317628012845177171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-we-welcome-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4317628012845177171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4317628012845177171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-we-welcome-you.html' title='Spring  We Welcome You!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SbLqcaKNyrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPWWzS383Zg/s72-c/DSCN0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3953757837434213928</id><published>2009-03-03T14:05:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:30:10.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sa2EjuBkmbI/AAAAAAAAADg/0nXGgu80BAM/s1600-h/DSCN0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sa2EjuBkmbI/AAAAAAAAADg/0nXGgu80BAM/s320/DSCN0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309045284924594610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sa2DYAcvQOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6QTWONl75MU/s1600-h/100_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sa2DYAcvQOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6QTWONl75MU/s320/100_1339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043984200319202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a trip to the museum today. I did not take my camera so these are just some pictures of the kiddos.   Audrey and Sam are museum buddies!  They love the Dinosaur exhibit and could probably spend all day there.  There is a new exhibit with legos, it has a castle theme.  Audrey dressed up as a princess/knight.  I love to watch the kids enjoy themselves, play and learn.  Braylon even got in on the action today.  There is a section for babies and he enjoyed playing with the toys and looking in the mirrors.  He was very excited over the fish tank and played with Audrey in the submarine.  In between watching our little ones run around Dawn and I got to chat.  I think at the end of the day we are more wore out than the kids (they did get a nap on the way home) but it was worth it.  I enjoy the car ride with Dawn becuase we get to know each other even more, chat about life and let off steam in a safe environment.  Sam is such a great friend for Audrey and I believe he will be a great "big brother" for Braylon.  Today was a great day and it is only half over :)&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/334000768707326800-3953757837434213928?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3953757837434213928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/childrens-museum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3953757837434213928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3953757837434213928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/03/childrens-museum.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/Sa2EjuBkmbI/AAAAAAAAADg/0nXGgu80BAM/s72-c/DSCN0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-6450113540584489784</id><published>2009-02-26T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:58:06.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SadWmzEmz9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BWdEBgvlufg/s1600-h/DSCN0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SadWmzEmz9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BWdEBgvlufg/s320/DSCN0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307305910423965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Today we took Braylon to Riley, it was a good trip!  The Dr does not feel surgery is necessary now and possibly never (Thank you Jesus!).  We had a good day to go with the good news.  Audrey went to a friend's house for the afternoon so Braylon had his mom and dad to himself.   It was nice for Aaron and I to lavish Braylon with attention.  He has been changing so much the past week and we got to enjoy him just being him.  He is starting to sit up by himself, dance to music and sing (or something with a lot of noise).  Children grow up so fast and I just want to cherish all of the moments in my children's lives.  &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/334000768707326800-6450113540584489784?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/6450113540584489784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6450113540584489784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/6450113540584489784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-man.html' title='Little Man'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SadWmzEmz9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BWdEBgvlufg/s72-c/DSCN0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-700812300917462537</id><published>2009-02-25T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:03:30.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Size Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once you have something, you always want more, right?  I thought once we bought our King size bed, I could never be happier.  It was so comfortable and roomy.  I could sleep on one side Aaron on the other and when necessary Audrey in the middle, nobody touching.  Fast forward one year, Audrey's visits are not occasional they are expected nightly and there is another person who has found his way into our bed.  As I lay awake last night (because I awoke to a foot on my chest), I wondered how did this happen?  I loved my bed, it was so spacious, now I have Audrey's foot on my chest and Braylon's leg across my stomach and the idea of sleeping in Audrey's toddler bed sounds appealing.    I know I know, I should just put them in their beds and make them sleep there, easier said than done.  Plus in a few years they will not want to curl up on my lap or give me a hug in public so for now I will take the cuddles at bed time.  I still want my space so we will be finding a happy medium and I don't think it involves a bigger bed???&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/334000768707326800-700812300917462537?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/700812300917462537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-size-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/700812300917462537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/700812300917462537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-size-bed.html' title='King Size Bed'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3268248157806645678</id><published>2009-02-24T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:49:10.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SaQWiilzeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/RL4lXG0vyuo/s1600-h/100_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SaQWiilzeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/RL4lXG0vyuo/s320/100_1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306391043606018434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SaQDIdu1csI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U7TH3AuqqNI/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SaQDIdu1csI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U7TH3AuqqNI/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369704904192706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you might find this a little sappy but I must speak the truth.  I am so proud of my husband.  Monroe Central will be hosting the boys' basketball sectional this year (that is a BIG deal in the basketball arena).  For my husband this means lots of work, lots of details and lots of eyes scrutinizing his every move.  He has a done a great job of planning and organizing and I am confident that everything will go off without a hitch.  Today is the first part of his planning in action, he has to lead a meeting with all the coaches, principals and ADs of the sectional.  I was very impressed when I learned that he had planned the meeting with a catered meal at the cultural center (nice touch!).  Another reason to be proud is while he is trying to do the normal duties of his job, plus organize officials, ticket takers, team locker rooms, fan seating, announcers, national anthem performers, score board keepers, security, hospitality room food and programs (this is all I could think of I am sure there is more) for the week of sectional he has still been an attentive husband and father.  When he comes home my kids could never tell that he is carrying a large task on his shoulders.  He gets down on the floor and plays with them, sings songs to them and helps put them to bed.  The best part is with his mind directed to this very important task he still has not taken his eyes off Christ.  He has put into practice lessons from the past Sunday's sermon and through that made an impact on parents at the school.  If you ask him all this is "just a day's work" but to me this is admirable and impressive.  For all these reasons and many more I am proud of my husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-3268248157806645678?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3268248157806645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/proud.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3268248157806645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3268248157806645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SaQWiilzeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/RL4lXG0vyuo/s72-c/100_1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-8932481998640205955</id><published>2009-02-21T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:33:36.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love My Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a full day of basketball, birthday party and grocery shopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://coachblack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and I were unsure of how to spend our evening.  We decided to head up to the church.  We knew that there would be "someone" up there to hang out with and Aaron could give blood.  Sure enough there were friends for Audrey to play with, my parents were there, our new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://briggsfamilyof4.blogspot.com/"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://briggsfamilyof4.blogspot.com/"&gt;riends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and many others that we like to hang around with.  Our church has a comfortable feeling that makes a person feel relaxed and welcome.  There are such nice people at our church that my daughter  asked someone to take her "potty" and the nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://katecanady.blogspot.com/"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; willingly took her and took care of all the business (if you know what I mean).  My church family is really my "family" and I am so grateful to have a place for my family to worship, learn, and fellowship.  &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/334000768707326800-8932481998640205955?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/8932481998640205955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-love-my-church.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8932481998640205955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/8932481998640205955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-love-my-church.html' title='Why I Love My Church'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-3896236966673286694</id><published>2009-02-19T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:29:57.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of my heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the secret in the quiet place&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness You are there&lt;br /&gt;In the secret in the quiet hour&lt;br /&gt;I wait only for You&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I want to know You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You more&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch You&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reaching for the highest goal&lt;br /&gt;That I might receive the prize&lt;br /&gt;Pressing onwards, pushing every hindrance aside&lt;br /&gt;Out of my way&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I want to know You more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/334000768707326800-3896236966673286694?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/3896236966673286694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3896236966673286694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/3896236966673286694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-my-heart.html' title='Song of my heart!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-4319535217635424315</id><published>2009-02-17T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:10:20.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Since the start of the year I have read more of my Bible than ever in my life.  I am absorbing and understanding passages in different ways than before.  The problem is, the more I read the more confused I become.  How can a God as GREAT as ours have the amount of mercy he does for us?  As I read I realize how much I don't know.  I want to learn more and because I know I do not know everything I feel inadequate to share with others.  At the same time I want everyone to have my loving Savior.  How do I continue to learn, apply what I learn to myself, be a servant to others and worship God?  I feel at the peak of my spiritual walk with God but at the same time over whelmed and confused.  If this does not make since to anyone else, that is okay, because I am CONFUSED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-4319535217635424315?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/4319535217635424315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4319535217635424315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/4319535217635424315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html' title='CONFUSED?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-1929534836225070711</id><published>2009-02-15T22:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:54:35.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today Pastor Kris encouraged us to take action as if it was our last day on Earth.  I know of "big" things God has in store for me and my family in the near future that we are working towards but what do I need to do right now?  After some thinking I made a few phone calls, that needed to be made and then I thought of something I have been wanting to do.  I have wanted to tell my parents of good memories/ influences they had on me as a child that I still cherish.  As a mom I now realize how much you hope you are influencing your child but never really know if they hear you, see you or even care (and they are not even teenagers yet, yikes!).  Here is a start and I will finish it over the next few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dad: Thank you for teaching me to change my oil and my tire.  Yes, those are good life skills but they gave me an amount of confidence that you will never know.  You showed me that even though I was a girl, I was capable of taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for telling me that you had/have faith in me.  When I was/am nervous or overwhelmed, you always tell me that you believed/believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the memories of working in the garage with you, of playing baseball/kickball and fishing (okay not the fishing part but getting to ride on the hood of the car around the pond).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order Cherry Coke because it makes me smile and I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time we drove around Greenville for hours looking for a little pizza joint, we never found it but we got to talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  I loved that you cared enough about us to create fun activities: spider webs, fast food night (Mom would be a short order chef and we would take orders like McDonalds), obstacle courses and candle making.  You made sure we were active, spent time as a family and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me talk about my standards and morals.  (No, I didn't always stick to them but you made me think and I am stronger today because of the morals that were set in place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving us devotionals and making us take time for God each morning.  You were a great example for me in faith.  You stayed devoted to God, discouraged tv and music that was unhealthy, and was an example of daily prayer and reading.  I didn't always appreciate your motives as a teenager but I live my life by your example now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to take Audrey on bike rides and walks like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad for pouring into my life memories that I can hang on to.&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/334000768707326800-1929534836225070711?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/1929534836225070711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1929534836225070711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/1929534836225070711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-9173243202151276381</id><published>2009-02-14T15:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:44:46.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZcwyys3RtI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hj7grNLqwGY/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302760735413585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZcwyys3RtI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hj7grNLqwGY/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;So it isn't the romantic's idea of valentines day but I am excited. We are off to Applebees (gift card=Bonus!) and then to the girls' basketball sectional. The lady Bears played a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;reat game last night and are now in the finals; scheduled for a 7:30pm start tonight. What could be better Audrey and Braylon get time with Nanna and Poppy and Aaron and I can talk, just the two of us in the car and over dinner!? All are happy! The only thing that could make it better is a BIG WIN! I am hoping for a great game and a great night! Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-9173243202151276381?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/9173243202151276381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9173243202151276381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/9173243202151276381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZcwyys3RtI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hj7grNLqwGY/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-7843489567860617700</id><published>2009-02-13T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:49:48.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed.  Isaiah 53:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-7843489567860617700?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/7843489567860617700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7843489567860617700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/7843489567860617700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334000768707326800.post-113703206584020838</id><published>2009-02-12T13:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:41:56.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZSIKxdgUQI/AAAAAAAAABg/hPvC5Dw8ki0/s1600-h/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZSIKxdgUQI/AAAAAAAAABg/hPvC5Dw8ki0/s320/DSCN0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302012379979075842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZSI3LSi1LI/AAAAAAAAABw/xFb2Y0LUFkQ/s1600-h/DSCN0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZSI3LSi1LI/AAAAAAAAABw/xFb2Y0LUFkQ/s320/DSCN0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302013142826669234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey had some friends over for a Princess Tea Party today.  I was not sure how everything would go but everyone had a blast.  Shannon and her three children came over as did Michelle and her two daughters.  It was nice to watch the girls play so well together.  They dressed up, decorated a heart cookie and had tea (water).  After some play time they made a valentine.  It was nice to have adult company and to get to know Michelle better.  I am so thankful for all the wonderful friends God has put in my life and in the lives of my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/334000768707326800-113703206584020838?l=melissablack10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/feeds/113703206584020838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-tea-party.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/113703206584020838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334000768707326800/posts/default/113703206584020838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissablack10.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-tea-party.html' title='Princess Tea Party'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08469459983787011468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/TKZM_CzJh7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/SK0CLJokNK4/S220/DSCN6385.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIiJK2AwkpY/SZSIKxdgUQI/AAAAAAAAABg/hPvC5Dw8ki0/s72-c/DSCN0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
