<?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-3264127441808780184</id><updated>2011-10-17T11:28:46.307-04:00</updated><category term='New year'/><category term='life and sports'/><category term='Quality time'/><category term='school'/><category term='My Girl'/><category term='Nate and Christmas wishes'/><category term='What am I???'/><category term='thankfulness'/><category term='life'/><category term='family/thankful'/><title type='text'>Words to remember</title><subtitle type='html'>The memories, thoughts, wisdom and ramblings of a mom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-5207443596061223542</id><published>2011-01-16T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:41:06.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family/thankful'/><title type='text'>Sick, sick, sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TTNGEjC1LPI/AAAAAAAAABA/S5kYjtkh0nE/s1600/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562867008673230066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TTNGEjC1LPI/AAAAAAAAABA/S5kYjtkh0nE/s200/luke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TTNF30Rg4qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P422rIzvSng/s1600/noah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562866789959918242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TTNF30Rg4qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P422rIzvSng/s200/noah1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we made it thru last year without getting the flu...but not so lucky this year.  Luke, on the right came home Friday exhausted and not feeling well.  He also had a fever...he NEVER has a fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah was a little sick yesterday, kinda like the start to a cold.  After playing in a basketball game and leading his team to a win...he came home with a HIGH fever...he always has high fevers.  He never complained earlier in the day because, he wanted to play in that game...I sure hope he didn't share this with the rest of his team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, they were both pitiful this morning.  Without even running a test...the dr. said they had the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As frustrating as medicine and technology can be; I am thankful for the drs. and medicine that we have today.  Years ago and even sometimes today people die from something that just needs the special meds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are both sleeping the day away...I need to be productive and make lesson plans just in case I need to miss work if Hope or Nate get this nasty thing...but instead, I am posting about these 2 boys I love.   Still working on letting my &lt;em&gt;present be present&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.  God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes."&lt;/em&gt;  Matthew 6:34 (message)&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/3264127441808780184-5207443596061223542?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5207443596061223542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/5207443596061223542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/5207443596061223542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick, sick, sick!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TTNGEjC1LPI/AAAAAAAAABA/S5kYjtkh0nE/s72-c/luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-3684913418409490924</id><published>2011-01-07T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:08:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ONE Thing....NOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so in my last post I shared my one thing this year and my word to remind me of it....my husband said for me to change it to &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;....easier to remember and less confusing.  So, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; ~ the present, either way....I want to slow down enough to live my purpose...my purpose right &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;; not the game I have to take kids to later or the mtg I have tomorrow ~ but focus on whatever is before me right&lt;em&gt; now&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;After I actually put my word into writing I started hearing and seeing things that were confirmation that is my direction and what God wants to do in me this year.&lt;br /&gt;I had a little test of my new focus yesterday morning...my oldest had a bad start to the day and usually I would have been full of lectures of what he could have done to prevent the events of the morning; BUT remembering that I always regret that because once I lecture the kids go to school with a bad start and feeling like crap because Mom just doesn't understand and always nags, nags, nags.....&lt;br /&gt;I focused on the present and how I wanted his day to get better and that we could talk later about what caused the problems of the morning. &lt;br /&gt;YEA for me and for Luke.......this was a BIG hurdle I overcame!  His day continued to be bad....but without the headache of a lecture 1st thing in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Live you life....NOW not on the to do list or the problem from yesterday or the one coming tomorrow....be present in the present so you can live your purpose, whatever it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-3684913418409490924?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3684913418409490924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-one-thingnow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/3684913418409490924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/3684913418409490924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-one-thingnow.html' title='My ONE Thing....NOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-562772320787584835</id><published>2011-01-04T11:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:43:27.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TSNI_bC-z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GRosgQoQ0jo/s1600/the%2Bkids1%2Bfall%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558366619534544818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TSNI_bC-z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GRosgQoQ0jo/s320/the%2Bkids1%2Bfall%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world have I been???? How does anyone go 7 months and not post???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are either someone that does't care about blogging. Or someone that is sick. Or someone that is SUPER BUSY!!!! That's the one for me!! What have I been up to? Well, I finished a short-term assignment as a Grant Manager for Wake Tech. My kids finished 3rd, 5th, 7th &amp;amp; 9th grades. They had a nice summer and have started....you guessed it; 4th, 6th, 8th and 10th grade. I returned to just teaching for the 1st time in almost 2 years.  I had a wonderful semester back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blame these growing kids as the reason for not posting...but in reality, they are the reason I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, I take full responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is here and I resolve to do some things a new way!!!  Hopefully you'll hold me accountable to this.  I just read something from another site that has helped me find my "word" for this year ~&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;present .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not as in a gift, but this present time, in the moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am resolving to slow down this year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be slow enough to live my purpose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A life resolved to Christ is one that allows the natural movement of the Spirit to control its pace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(these are thoughts from a wonderful new site a friend posted on facebook; Internet Cafe Devotions.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first I thought my focus was to self-control...and that is definitely a need I have and it will take self-control to live in the moment and not be fretting over where I need to be in an hour or who needs to go where and when.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I need to keep this ever before me that if I fully live in the moment I'm in I will give value and love and attention to whomever or whatever I'm with or involved in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember as a kid when my mom would read the newspaper and she wouldn't hear me when I talked to her.  I hated that.  I don't want to be that mom and I am afraid I have become her.  Outside of the mom thing....I have a real longing to share with others that there is so much more to this life than the struggles and challenges we deal with or that the joys pale in comparison with eternity with God.  When I miss living in the moment and start thinking about my to-do list...I miss this opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, help me be present in the present...."Don't worry about tomorrow because tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough troubles of its own."  Matthew 6:34&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE'S TO A NEW YEAR AND LIVING IN THE PRESENT!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;Next time I'll share some cute stories from the kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-562772320787584835?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/562772320787584835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/562772320787584835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/562772320787584835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/TSNI_bC-z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GRosgQoQ0jo/s72-c/the%2Bkids1%2Bfall%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-8278306231319894859</id><published>2010-04-05T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:30:42.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peaceful Thing!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had a lousy Monday after Easter......mostly by my attitude of choice!  I am sad to say, work is stressful for me right now.  I am in a position that could be all I want it to me, but the problem is, I want to be home with the kids.  I know, wah, wah....so many need a job and I have one but want the release from it.&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my peaceful thing....My oldest 2...son @ 15 and daughter almost 13....basically don't want anything to do w/ one another.  Well, Hope's pre-algebra homework was hard, very hard and we needed Luke's help (because he is just the smartest thing ~ it's annoying).  I had been a bit irritatible so Hope made the best decision....she politely asked Luke to help....and hearing them work together &lt;em&gt;peacefully&lt;/em&gt;.....was music to my ears!!!!  Earlier in the afternoon Hope had a meltdown about how terrible her teacher was and she wasn't going to do the work.  4 hrs later and after a few breaks she is putting the final touches on her work AND she understands it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The neat thing is....this so reminded me of my teenage years with my older brother.  I hated him when we were younger but in our teens we did so much together....I pray the same for Luke and Hope. &lt;br /&gt;I think I will focus on Philippians 4:8, and think about whatever is lovely and pure, true and right.....anything praiseworthy, my mind will dwell on these things.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Luke and Hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-8278306231319894859?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8278306231319894859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8278306231319894859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8278306231319894859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-thing.html' title='A Peaceful Thing!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-5302775440880204863</id><published>2010-04-02T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:09:34.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER Rambling and Rejoicing!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Good Friday!!! Why do we call it good when something so terribly tragic happened on this day so many years ago? Because it was God's good plan that it happen. This is a hard one for us humans to accept and believe but it's true, but God says so in His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Still, it's what GOD had in mind all along, to crush Him with pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The plan was that He give Himself as an offering for sin so that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He'd see life come from it - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life, life, and more life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 53:10, the message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, let me tell you how NATE is making this known and giving God the Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I go into school one morning because Nate forgot his homework folder for the 1st time the entire year.  We still managed to do the homework but Nate was so scared to disappoint his teacher he wanted me to explain to Ms.  Hammond what happened.  Well, she was meeting w/ a teacher so we had to wait in the hall, along w/ all the other kids.  On the wall by their class were posters each kid had made about themselves...their families, what they like, etc.  One of the selections was favorite music/song....other kids had Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Rascal Flatts (these are 3rd graders I remind you!), Black-eyed Peas.....(whatever!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then there was Nate's and he has Steve Fee....if you aren't familar with Steve Fee, he's a Christian song writer that sees, obviously Nate's favorite song! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's true, when we're in the car he always says....cut on Steve Fee!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is the song that earned Steve Fee a spot on the 3rd grade wall at Timber Drive Elementary.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope this works and Rejoice in the Lord who "despised the shame and endured the cross for the joy set before Him"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I can't get it to work, so search Steve Fee, and Glory to God!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-5302775440880204863?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5302775440880204863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-rambling-and-rejoicing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/5302775440880204863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/5302775440880204863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-rambling-and-rejoicing.html' title='EASTER Rambling and Rejoicing!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-8639204725524901067</id><published>2010-03-26T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:21:00.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Where I have been....well that is a long story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, has it been 3 months since I posted something????  All I can say, is how do working moms do it?  How do they love their families, fix the food, do the cleaning, love the sick, fix broken things, find missing things.....and do their jobs well?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I've been!  You have missed hearing about school and rec. basketball.  That Luke was one of the few freshmen to see playing time and received the academic award, the all around Trojan award, and one more award (I can't remember it).  Nate scored an average of 20 points at each game....he really needs to go back to the rec league next year.  I love the church league for the message, but Nate hangs w/ a 9th grader and 5th grader daily...he's just too good!!!   And NOAH....was just the best baller on his team that lost in the semifinals of his league toury by just a few points.&lt;br /&gt;Where is Hope this whole time.....being Miss Social and finding as many chances as possible to hang w/ her friends!  Thank you Lord for friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back on a regular basis now.  Work has been overwhelming lately.  Teaching is a new challenge this semester.  Gone are the days of coming in and teaching the body parts, color or clothes....weather, seasons or anything else that the level 1 english student needs.  This semester I have read the classic short story, The Most Dangerous Game ~ along with many other freshmen level readings....not to mention all the English Grammar I never learned or paid attention to in class.&lt;br /&gt;That is in addition to managing 17 BLOGS created by our EL/Civics Grant.  Actually this, I am quite proud of....take a minute and check out our program.  The easiest link is to just go to elcivics.waketech.edu ~ no www. or http.  We made it easy so second language speakers could find it.&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to that, I helped organize a FREE Statewide ESL conference to NC.  It was a huge success.  That was last Saturday....tonight, for the 1st time in I don't know how long, I am home on a Friday night and just hanging out w/ the family!  AHHHHHH....loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check by often and hope to share some lovely stories about my wonderful kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-8639204725524901067?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8639204725524901067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-i-have-beenwell-that-is-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8639204725524901067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8639204725524901067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-i-have-beenwell-that-is-long.html' title='Where I have been....well that is a long story'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-4031369129013085560</id><published>2009-12-12T08:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:50:32.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate and Christmas wishes'/><title type='text'>Christmas things going on here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SyOevrEZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UQcG5W3X2DQ/s1600-h/angelas+pics+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414345718881702290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SyOevrEZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UQcG5W3X2DQ/s320/angelas+pics+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ok....so I love Christmas and everything about it. As an adult what I might love the most is that I am a teacher so I am usually finished from work 2 weeks before and that gives me plenty of fun time w/ the kids and to cook or shop! So, my last day of class was this week and to celebrate, my kids (who are already out of school b/c of yr. round scheduling) thought I should jump on the trampoline with them! :) Well, I didn't hurt myself, but I am quite saddened that I am not a kid anymore...I loved a trampoline then and always wanted one, this was one of the best birthday gifts we've gotten the kids this year! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my youngest asked me what I want from Santa this year....I told him I didn't get anything b/c I'm not a kid, but he informed me that yes I did b/c I'm Nana &amp;amp; Papa's kid. (he's smart) So I said, I don't know, what do you think I should get. He was quiet for a while and I thought our convo was over when he said very sneaky like, to not have anymore babies...............now I wasn't expecting that, but hey, it sounds like a great idea b/c I don't think I could do anymore! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate went thru a phase where he wanted a baby brother, now he is liking being the youngest. This is a good example of why we don't buy/get the kids everything they want ~ eventually they change their minds!&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/3264127441808780184-4031369129013085560?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4031369129013085560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-things-going-on-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4031369129013085560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4031369129013085560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-things-going-on-here.html' title='Christmas things going on here'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SyOevrEZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UQcG5W3X2DQ/s72-c/angelas+pics+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-1474492108853664042</id><published>2009-11-24T22:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:02:15.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SwysE8Jg8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/srJhreO-K58/s1600/Thanksgiving-Charlie-Brown-Snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407886453430612722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SwysE8Jg8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/srJhreO-K58/s320/Thanksgiving-Charlie-Brown-Snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I haven't fallen off the earth or been sick or anything of the sort....I have simply been busy! I don't like being busy ~ it makes you irritable, and impatient, maybe tired and stressed. You don't take the time to enjoy the little things when you're busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I want to slow down and be thankful. I am thankful for my kids....I have stayed away from calling them by name, but I don't know why now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago, actually 9 years ago I found out I was pregnant w/ our 4th....I was shocked to say the least....unprepared to handle 4 kids in every since. BUT God brought us through and now I have 4 incredible kids. Every year I have a verse of the year...that year it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 127:3,4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD; The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took most of the pregnancy and probably the 1st year of his life to really understand v. 3, but now I fully know it. It is in their innocence and teachablity that they bring blessings. In the moments you least expect it they teach us. They are a role model for living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for Luke; who wants to go on a mission trip...to impact the world around him with your love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for Hope; who is willing to share her teenage room with the 6yr olds in our small group without even a worry. And who listens to my words of advice even when I know she doesn't want me to know she is! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for Noah; who is willing to give to others without a thought for himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for Nate; who is so teachable and willing to help...who really listens and applies what he hears and learns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had the energy, I could share many stories to support these thanks, but I think I will just leave here for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep hearing a theme from an old youth pastor...."How to have an attitude of gratitude"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just choose to have that attitude. I love Phil 4:8...think about whatever is true, constant advice I give my kids when they are upset about something...don't listen to the lies of the enemy but think about what you know to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"give thanks to the LORD, for He is good; For His lovingkindness is everlasting"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for this promise Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-1474492108853664042?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1474492108853664042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/1474492108853664042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/1474492108853664042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZPmDezsb6Y/SwysE8Jg8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/srJhreO-K58/s72-c/Thanksgiving-Charlie-Brown-Snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-4769663281536221023</id><published>2009-10-07T14:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:15:05.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The "Dog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, because the sun has come out after 3 days a of clouds....reminds me of my youngest son....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is probably the most emotional extreme of my 4 kids.  When he is happy, he is the happiest and when he is sad, he is the saddest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week they went back to school after being out for 3 weeks (we go to yr. round school ~ 9 wks in, 3 wks out).  He came home on Monday and said he wished he could be Biscuit ( our cute schoodle dog) so he could stay home from school and bite people!  This little boy really doesn't like school.  He never gets in trouble and always does his work...good work at that!  But when he comes home he all out wants to play, play, play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this sun reminds me of my little fellow and the brightness he brings to our home ~ when he's feeling good and happy that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love how my oldest helped him to see the error of his way.  He ask boy #3, who's your best friend, where did you meet him?  Who's your 2nd best friend, where'd you meet him?   and the answer both times was "school"  so big bro reminded him that if it weren't for school, these best friend never would have been!!!  What a good big brother to show him this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-4769663281536221023?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4769663281536221023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4769663281536221023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4769663281536221023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/dog.html' title='The &quot;Dog&quot;'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-4211067640537064715</id><published>2009-10-03T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:47:05.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and sports'/><title type='text'>Baseball &amp; my boys</title><content type='html'>So I've had the longest week...one week ago I found out one of my dearest aunts passed away. Work has continued, school for the kids started back up, my dear husband is getting to do something he loves...coach basketball @ the community college, and baseball is going on everyday of the week but Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy today when I got to wake up without the alarm clock, but we were in full motion before I finished my coffee. So, as I sat and watched my 1st son's baseball practice, it was nice to be in the sun...to not be taking anyone somewhere and not think about anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder if all moms have this problem; I kept thinking, my son could do that better, my son should be the catcher. Why isn't my son on 1st, he would have caught that ball. Basically being the boasting mom. And as I look out across the field, "boy is he the cutest thing you've ever seen, or what?"&lt;br /&gt;Just overall pride and joy. I love these kids and I love watching them. I guess I was so excited to go back to the next practice for the youngest son we went almost an hour early without knowing it. As I watched him, it was so fun to see his energy and joy. He is the youngest and not afraid to try anything. One thing is for sure, he has let the power of words transform him. Early on in the season his coach told him he maybe the fastest kid on the team and boy has this set a fire under him. Now, he makes sure he always runs faster than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember that the Lord takes great pleasure in us and we are the apple if His eye. He created us for His pleasure to have fellowship with Him. He created us in His imagine and He beams with joy when we are doing something we love. And on how I need to walk in the fact that GOD sees me as one that has all the power that raise Christ from the dead (all HIS power)and that "ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE WITH GOD".&lt;br /&gt;I really need to look at my kids more and learn about this life we live. To live it fresh and without limitations.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-4211067640537064715?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4211067640537064715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/baseball-my-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4211067640537064715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/4211067640537064715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/baseball-my-boys.html' title='Baseball &amp; my boys'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-6419785914365685171</id><published>2009-09-27T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:58:24.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-6419785914365685171?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6419785914365685171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/6419785914365685171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/6419785914365685171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-385579003955904489</id><published>2009-09-20T18:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:10:58.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><title type='text'>My Daughter</title><content type='html'>Well, This is a big week for work.  I do my training to help us create these blogs for each of our ESL sites.  (Just occurred to me, some of you may not know what ESL is-English as a Second Language).  I teach Adults to speak english.  I don't have to know their language...right now I teach a very high level...a low form of GED.  So thanks to this personal blog...I have an idea of what I will be doing @ work.  And thanks to work for forcing me to do something I have wanted to do for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT back to my daughter...She is the perfect thing to talk about and put off work that I need to be doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I still remember the day she was born.  The moment I could hold her, I thought, &lt;em&gt;"my very own little girl".&lt;/em&gt;  I never had a sister and not even very many "girl" cousins.  So, I had been waiting for this day a long time.  Anywho...thus started my life w/ a girl.  She is 12 now and actually we are doing just fine, TODAY.  Ask me tomorrow and it may be different.  My husband, dear DAD that he is....says we(my daughter and I) can fuss about anything.  But these days I think we are doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year this time I took her to a Mother/Daughter conference, &lt;em&gt;You and Your Girl&lt;/em&gt;.  It is a ministry of Vicki Courtney.  It was a one day conference that we loved.  Something special just for her.  She has 3 brothers and often has to go around watching/waiting @ their sporting events...blah, blah, blah.  I liked it so much I wished there was another conference local this year and we would go back!:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been awesome helping out the last 2 weeks with some things so I wanted to take her out shopping yesterday.  At the last minute she decided to go do something w/ the youth group @ church...but when I said I would go later w/ her...she had a true attitude of thankfulness and surprise.  Like it was a shock mom would wait on her.  &lt;br /&gt;She is my fireball...the "strong-willed" of my 4.  But I will be honest...I find if I check my attitude, it makes all the difference in how we interact.  Those of you with little ones, I tell you even @ 2yrs.old they are learning how to behave from you.  &lt;br /&gt;I am following Beth Moore's blog and she has challenged us to memorize 2 personal Bible verses a month.  This was my verse a few months ago...it has rocked my "MOM" world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;James 3:17,18&lt;br /&gt;"But the wisdom that come from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.  &lt;em&gt;Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I want to raise a harvest of righteousness...so I pray I would sow in peace and have this wisdom from above.  It has changed my relationship with my dramatic, beautiful, special little girl that is growing up before my very eyes.  I love her and am so proud of her! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-385579003955904489?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/385579003955904489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/385579003955904489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/385579003955904489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-daughter.html' title='My Daughter'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-3540411073870180393</id><published>2009-09-18T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:05:24.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What am I???'/><title type='text'>What are we best at?????</title><content type='html'>A quick post of a memory I want to keep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ongoing frustration my daughter has about son #2 is that we/I continue to say "you're so sweet and nice".  An example: from the time he was old enough to have conversation he has been a giver and thoughtful of others....if he found out a brother/sister/friend wanted something he would say,"I'll ask for that for you for my birthday."  Sometimes when his Dad gives out allowances..."here Mom, you can have it."&lt;br /&gt;So last week the kids were having a conversation around the table and the sister was complaining that brother #2 is soooo mean.  Brother #1 asked, he is the nicest right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't compliment one without doing all so I said, "he is really the one I know usually thinks of others, BUT, daughter, you're really good at getting things done...you're the taskmaster, and son #1...you never complain, you're the peacemaker."  My youngest, son #3, says, "what about me???"...He's the talker, but is sad when we tell him to stop talking so, I say, "if I ever want to talk, I know I can count on you to talk to! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably just special to me...but then again, that is what this blog is for, my memories...I hope you enjoy them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-3540411073870180393?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3540411073870180393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-we-best-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/3540411073870180393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/3540411073870180393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-we-best-at.html' title='What are we best at?????'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-8882046091319221682</id><published>2009-09-13T16:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:13:37.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quality time'/><title type='text'>The Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Well, I had some alone time with the oldest boy today...He is 14 and had to go to the Dr.  We went to the weekend office, 25 min. away.  So this opened the door for some interesting conversation.  It was a similar day this summer that we had another interesting conversation.  When you have several kids, alone time that doesn't get interrupted by settling a fight or cooking dinner or taking someone to practice somewhere...well they either have to be planned or ordained by God.&lt;br /&gt;This summer we were out getting him a few things to start High School with and he starting asking me questions like; why aren't more people christians?  why aren't many movie stars and athletes christians?  Some good questions to ponder...and we talked about choice and how material things having such a strong place in society and that when you reach that place of importance you kinda feel like you don't need God to come in and help you or save you...&lt;br /&gt;The 1st question was harder than the 2nd, and the truth is I don't know why there arent more christians; we did talk about maybe there are more christians but some just don't either act like it or don't speak about it.  Really opened the door to talk about living out our witness in little things like serving others and living as Christ in the here and now.  I thought about this again this morning @ church.  We sang a song that said "I would go to the ends of the earth for you Lord"  and I cried b/c that is true, I am one of those people that could do anything where the people don't know me, but get me in a room of co-workers or neighbors and not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and prayed Lord move me to live my life out loud.  I pray my kids would live for God, their God, not their mom &amp; dad's God, but the ONE TRUE GOD that has become alive and real to them...live out loud and strong.&lt;br /&gt;If you have kids...cherish these times to do more than go somewhere or do something, listen to them and talk to them...before you know it you'll blink and they will be big and busy and think they know everything.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to my oldest...I love time with you and sad it doesn't happen more.  I am sorry we were too busy having babies and caring for toddlers to ever sign you up for little league.  I am sorry I usually go to you last to see if you need something.  You rarely ask for anything...but FOOD of course, and I can't wait to see what you grow into.  You were and are a great blessing...a little boy who grew up too fast and started liking sports and grown-up stuff too soon.  Make your life count!&lt;br /&gt;   "I chose you before I formed you in the womb; I set you apart before you were born."    Jeremiah 1:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-8882046091319221682?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8882046091319221682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8882046091319221682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/8882046091319221682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html' title='The Inspiration'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264127441808780184.post-1902701162988016472</id><published>2009-09-08T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:35:28.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go....</title><content type='html'>Well, I am trying out this blog thing for 2 reasons: one for work, we are getting ready to use this as a tool to help our ESL sites communicate with one another and the community and I need to teach about 20 people how to use it.  And second I stink at making photo albums and memory books for my kids...so this will be my place to share my thoughts and memories, my loves and heartache...the joys of being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it is pretty easy (blogging)... and for those of you thinking, what is your problem...let me just tell you, I have avoided learning tech stuff of so long, I feel like I am on a 1st date.  Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me share my memory for today....I took my oldest to school @ 7am...while the younger 3 were still sleeping.  Came home sat w/ boy #2 for a bit and loved on him...then raced to beat the hubster to the shower b/c I have class today, teaching an ESL/ABE class for the local community college.  Before leaving I talk to the only girl and tell her if she can babysit the brothers w/ no big arguments, we are in for a BIG treat or significant $$$ at the end of trackout.  Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, they go to yr. round school and are out for 3 weeks!!!  :) we are all so happy!  We love our breaks, just this year no big trips b/c the BIG brother is in traditional high school.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after a great class, I go to the elementary school for a conference w/ boy # 3's teacher.  She taught boy # 2 and begins our mtg by saying how much she enjoyed #2....but could not believe that she enjoyed the next as much and in a different way....she is overwhelmed at #3's compassion and kindness....and his hardworking and great behavior.  This mom did her best to not cry b/c the thing is, I knew she would have these great things to say.  I am so blessed and sit back and know it is the LORD b/c I have so messed up w/mothering in different ways at different times, it hurts to remember!! :( &lt;br /&gt;So for what it's worth ~ I don't understand why the kids are always worst when we're around or why it takes almost an hour to get boy #3 to do math hmwk but @ school he is the smartest boy in class....but I am thankful ~ thankful for the seeds I have planted, that my husband has planted are solid, in the ground and growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD is gracious and merciful; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slow to anger and great in lovingkindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD is good to all, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His mercies are over all His works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All Thy works shall give thanks to Thee, O LORD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Thy godly ones shall bless Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They shall speak of the glory of Thy Kingdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And talk of Thy power;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make known Your mighty acts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the glory of the majesty of Thy Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 145:8-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264127441808780184-1902701162988016472?l=wordsof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1902701162988016472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/1902701162988016472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264127441808780184/posts/default/1902701162988016472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636228956631254820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
